An "I'm-going-to-rip-my-hair-out" story: When last we left our lovely Princess, she was galloping to meet the good wizard Zinsel in the hopes of amending her befouled Altima. The Princess bravely met the hoards of traffic and wound her way through the kingdom towards the wizard's abode. In she strode, head held high, with all the confidence in the esteemed wizard. The Princess handed over the Altima's entry tools (keys) to the wizard with hope-filled eyes. As the Princess settled into a not-so-comfy chair with a predestined tome to while away the time, the wizard returned suddenly. "Alas, fair maiden. I have not the backing plate necessary to reattach your mirror." "Can't you conjure one?!" wailed the Princess. "No, I am unable. My skills are no match for your considerable issue. You must return to the dreaded Nissan doctor." "Never!" replied the Princess in haste and anxiety. The Princess stormed from the wizard's domain, broken and bereft of hope. "I refuse to spend 478,392 gold pieces, but I will find a way to make this right," she vowed to the Altima. Tears brimming in her hazel eyes, the Princess fled to another evil place, the market. Not only could she not fix her precious Altima, but she had to shop, like a peasant, for supplies. Upon returning to the castle and carrying in her supplies, the Princess even broke a nail. What a tragic and horrid day! The Princess was about to give up completely when suddenly her glorious Prince called with some wonderful news: He had found a replacement mirror, complete with backing plate, for a mere 894 gold pieces! The Princess was overjoyed and felt herself blessed to have such a wonderful Prince at her disposal. Much rejoicing ensued, with a bit of lunch to follow. Our benevolent Princess now rests. Thrilled with the outcome, even through the trials of her day. More merry-making will come later in the evening, but after the Princess enjoys last night's episode of Bones. There is happiness in the kingdom once again. The End.
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AH-HA! (Not the Norwegian one but the exclamation)
So the Prince did rescue his lovely Princess after all.
Now that is a fairy tale.
I loved it. Every bit of it, your magesty.
Wow, I mean, who new Bones was the stuff fairy tales were made of. And it must be a fairy tale if the prince actually rescued the princess. HAHAHAHAH! I crack myself up.
Dear young lass -
The next time thou needest assistance with all things mechanical, thou shouldst call upon the nearest knave or knight in shining armour (or Marine uniform). Do not try these things at the castle.
As thou knowest, this things are not your strong suit.
With great acclaim, The Queen Mum
PS - Word Verification: mentedn; verb, as in "these coins were mentedn Denver, Colorado."
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