the castle started spinning or maybe it was my brain

If you knew me in real life, one of the first things you'd think is "Wow, FADKOG! You're really not the "princess-y" type! And your rack truly IS kick ass!"

If you thought that, I would thank you, of course. Next, I'd be a little shaken and yet highly amused that suddenly I could hear people's thoughts and I'd probably spend a small amount of time ignoring you (forgive me) as I considered who I'd apply this skill to. Finally, I'd be compelled to ask "Geez! Whatever made you think I was the 'princess-y' type? Gah! Oh, and do you think 'princess-y' is, in fact, a word? Ok, then what about 'gah'? It's ok if you just think your answer. Just let me tune in."

Then you'd be like "Well, I think you bypassed that whole princess thing and stepped right into the big throne 'cause I can certainly tell you're the frickin' queen of something alright. Queen of the bitches, that is."

I'd agree of course, and then be all, "Well then, lowly serf, off with your frickin' head!"

Or something. My imagination is pretty much what carries me through a day, and since my days are now spent toiling like Cinderella for her wicked stepmother at the bookstore, my imagination is in tip top condition.

Thanks, all you stay at home dads, for contributing to that, btw.

Anyway, I truly am not the "princess-y" type; however, I think I could rock a castle. Alas, the closest I'll get to a real castle is one that's inflatable and there's a bunch of screaming kids teeming about. Jumping. Not listening. One errant leap away from breaking a nose or blackening an eye.

And did I mention screaming?

So, this pretty much describes how I already live. Minus the inflatable castle. And the tiara, which, I gotta admit, I think I'd look stunning in.

I'd wear it as I rule over the Land of I've Got Nothing Better Than This Right Now. It's pretty cool here. Plus, there's unicorns. Join me until I have things to write about, won't you? I'm pretty sure the unicorns are up for giving rides (I'd be the queen, after all, and thus could decree it. I imagine, anyway. Honestly, I'm not a big fan of unicorns, so I don't know the rules), and if you ask nicely, I'll let you wear the tiara for a minute.

But for just a minute. I don't need any bounce house palace overthrowin' going on. One slip wearing that thing and you could poke a hole in my house, you know. And seriously, someone will get a black eye.

Yeah. I'll stop typing now. It's your turn now. Feel free to comment randomly about whatever you wish.