Mascara overload

Hi....it's me...Annie Grace....
I am now hiding in the linen closet. It has been absolutely an exhausting evening. When her highness arrived home tonight I had to listen to a 1 hour dissertation of open houses. Just so the public knows.....The Lady calls it prostitution. Apparently in the middle of her watching The Barefoot Contessa making roasted tomatoes for capresse salad SOMEONE walked in! Not only that.....they stayed, sat down and proceeded to tell her all about how they have been dying to see what new things were done in the home as "they know the owners" and "have been waiting to see". Seriously.....now she is in the kitchen trying to think of the last step she missed to make these roasted tomatoes. So I sat an listened, giving her my undivided attention with my eyes wide open sitting on the floor with both paws perfectly placed. Finally....I can't stand it and start to clean my rear right paw. "Annie, are you listening?" she asks. Yes, I am multi-tasking.....keep going about the nosy neighbors. Now I am hypnotized by her eyelashes as they flutter while she continues talking. Did she have a heavy hand with mascara this morning? What was she thinking? Most commercials boast 10X coverage....that does not mean 10 layers of mascara! Is she daft? Hopefully by now she has learned her lesson and realized that 10 layers of mascara does not equal.....selling a house. I am patiently waiting for either some roasted tomatoes or the moral of her story. Neither one comes to me. Now I must graze on Iams Hairball reducer and contemplate WHY I have to hear this endless chatter. I have reminded The Lady that CSI is just starting and maybe she should get ready....by spending at least 2 minutes trying to remove that marscara. This will save me for another 2 hours.