How is it that this chick is fourth in line to the Norwegian crown and I am not?
My angels told me that you should just hand on over the Princess title to me.
Monday, August 20, 2007
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Herein I write about the inane details of my life, including the arrival of the fabulous and spunkiest toddler EVER, Miss Thang; the evil workings of my two darling hell-minions, my cats; the fabulous love of a dreamy man whom I married, The Funasaurus; my overall dislike of anything exercise-y; and my grand aspirations to one day be the reigning monarch of Norway... and also to hold the record for gallons of cabernet consumed in one happy hour. Oh. And a love of run-on sentences. Bienvenue!
5 comments:
My grandmother's maiden name was Ruud, so when you are proclaimed Princess of Norway, can I be a lady in waiting?
Hum... $2,100 per semester? Me thinks she's not as crazy as she sounds.
You are just going to have to start bumping people off until you are thye queen. Get busy!
I like her! You got to admire the fact that she is all "eccentric" and out in the open with it...That's what happens when you marry those commoners.
Diane- You can SO be a lady in waiting! We will have mimosa and croquet parties all day long, when the sun is out.
Mishy- You have a point.
Meno- I like the way you think. That is why you are my cyber maid-of-honor.
Kanigget- She gave up the crown to marry the commoner! Silly eccentric people and their "priorities."
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