Last night I was out partying hard until one in the morning...
No. Actually, I was out at a fellowship/Bible study until one in the morning. Whatever. At any rate I was determined to sleep in 'till at least ten today.
However, at nine thirty this morning, I was rudely awakened by a pounding on my door.
"Murrppgphuuggggg..." I moaned--which the pounder took to mean "Come in", I suppose, because the pounding stopped and my mother stuck her tousled head in the door.
"There's a prince downstairs with a size seven glass slipper asking for Chelsey. I suggest you pull yourself together..."
Grumph.
I threw a pillow at her. Which wasn't smart, because I had to get out of bed to get it so I could go back to sleep, and by then it was all over: I was awake.
I hate non-fairy tale endings... :-P
No. Actually, I was out at a fellowship/Bible study until one in the morning. Whatever. At any rate I was determined to sleep in 'till at least ten today.
However, at nine thirty this morning, I was rudely awakened by a pounding on my door.
"Murrppgphuuggggg..." I moaned--which the pounder took to mean "Come in", I suppose, because the pounding stopped and my mother stuck her tousled head in the door.
"There's a prince downstairs with a size seven glass slipper asking for Chelsey. I suggest you pull yourself together..."
Grumph.
I threw a pillow at her. Which wasn't smart, because I had to get out of bed to get it so I could go back to sleep, and by then it was all over: I was awake.
I hate non-fairy tale endings... :-P
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Chelsey,
Would you get up if your prince really did come? It would seem to be no more than a fairy tale.
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