So now that I have established that I am “Definitely NOT a Lady” I also want to put on the courts records that I don’t want to be a princess either! Dealing with all that fake smiling will just hurt my poor jaw not to mention that my teeth will look like the bug splattered grill off one of these death trucks that fill our very safe roads.
But back to my story…I can not imagine dealing with servants doing everything for me…come to think of it, I have problems letting my boyfriend deal with some
of my things. Valentines especially was a very difficult time for me. He tried very hard to be Prince Charming, (shame my poor guy) and I tried very hard to rather NOT be a princess.
So here is how things happened.
Me: Babes I need to fix my car speakers…
Him: Okay, we can look at them this weekend.
An hour later he arrives for a visit.
Me: Fixed the speakers dude…and wow does my little car rock!
Him: *rolling his eyes double time*
See my loving boyfriend knows I am not a princess and when I say that “I” have to do something it usually means it will probably be done before he sees me again. But when I ask him if he would be so kind as to help me with something then he has my full agreement that he may play the role of Prince Charming and save the day. (It sometimes helps to make him feel special by letting him be my hero)
So here I sit with this utterly important life changing question (based on my fairy tale books, modern magazines and the vast world of social media)
If I am not a lady and I am not a princess…does that only leave the Evil Queen?