How Ever After Happened to Happen....

Once upon a time… you know the story. Happily ever after… yada yada… the end.
At least that’s how it was for my parents. I grew up hearing their story and imagining my own magnificent tale. Every few weeks a new scenario would present itself. Always his love for me would overcome all obstacles.
What an idiot I was.
Now here I am. Oh joy. Twenty seven and still unmarried. Why am I unmarried? My father asks me the same thing in a million different way every day. My mother is a little more subtle but when all you had to do was make sure your lips stick was on properly and fall asleep for one hundred years, its hard to understand why your daughter can’t seem to get it together. Did it ever occur to her that she was technically one hundred and nineteen when her true love showed up?
I even tried the whole sleeping thing, but it turns out Dad was really good at his job. The evil fairy took flight… you guessed it… “Was never heard from again.”
I guess this could have gone on forever. But alas, my sweet little brother went and found a girl with lips as red as the red red rose, once again, asleep under a glass case. Then instead of sending that witch my way he found out the seven dorves had already waked her. Why do the other girls get all the luck?
So he bring home Snow White and I get informed by her sweetness that I’m too bitter and that’s when the ball was planned.
Now don’t get me wrong I love balls. But the door prize at this ball is my hand in marriage. Yeah, that’s right. “Come to our ball and you just might get lucky and take home an overly ripe madden”. No one would have RSVP’d except they were smart enough to not mention the door prize in the invitation. And over course turning down my hand when it is offered would be a very bad political move.
“Ow! MaryAnne please watch the wart.” Can’t she even put my make up on without hurting me?
“I’m sorry miss

So I just realized I'm like one of the few people out there without a picture attached to her name...
OH WELL :)

Home Again Home again ...jigaty jog

We now have a camera... (applause)
I have descided that what I shall do is write with the new info I have. If it is sellable then so be it if not I pray it touchs the lives it was ment to touch...even if it's just mine :)
And now back to life... back to the... la di di... can't remember the rest of the song.
ttfn

The BIG Question

Is it worth it to write slush and slip in a little of the good (Like milk for a baby)...
Or is it better to hold a high standred and write only for yourself and the few who might be close to you?