I don’t really know how to start this kind of thing – I mean, it’s not like I don’t have enough on my plate already. Still, my therapist suggested blogging, so here I go.
Now before you comment on anything, I just want to get this out of the way. Yes, I’m that Cinderella. Mean Step-Mother, Pumpkin coach, glass slipper – all true, all me. So why the heck am I sitting here with my high tech parchment, scribbling away when I could be out doing princess stuff? Because I’m bored out of my skull! I mean, a girl can illuminate only so many manuscripts or weave so many tapestries before her brain turns to gruel. And don’t get me started on the slipper thing. Glass shoes are not comfortable, my friends – and I have to polish all 94 pair of them all the time.
I know what you’re going to say next: “But you’re married to a Prince!” Yeah? Well, welcome to fantasy land. That handsome hunk from the ball turned out to be the Prince formerly known as Charming. All he ever wants to do is go out and slay dragons with his buddies, and when he’s not doing that, he’s sitting around in his codpiece watching jousting all day.
I’ve got to go now. The Hubbs – I mean my mom, Mother Hubbard, is ringing me up. Again. Whoever brought mobile phones into Fairytale land – I’m going to wring his neck.