You are by no means too previous to think about your individual Princess Diaries second, proper? And mine goes one thing a little bit like this:
[harpsichord dream sequence music plays]
First, there is a whirlwind romance with the dashing stranger who seems to be like a cross between Nathan Fillion and Kiefer Sutherland throughout his Three Musketeers days.
(Awww yeeeeah.)
Subsequent, we sink straight into the Fireplace Swamp.
No, no, simply kidding.
Subsequent we play Mario Kart collectively till 2AM.
Later, after dressing up as Venkman and Staypuft for Halloween (I am Venkman, in fact), and confessing our timeless love for each other, there is a painfully romantic proposal:
Carried out in an inflatable kiddie pool.
“Jen,” my dashing prince would say, “Will you be my very own Princess Peach?”
To which I might reply, “Are you kidding? Do Vulcans want the Pon Farr?
“(However we are going to Disney for the honeymoon, proper?)“
And, BAM! I am a princess! Subsequent factor you realize, I am dwelling in a fortress…
“And over right here is your TARDIS closet. As you’ll be able to see, it’s a lot, MUCH greater on the within.”
…and sporting fairly princess crowns…
(Modeled after crabby House Invaders, apparently.)
…and fairly princess clothes…
(“Discuss your trunk area, verify this motion out!”)
…and using my Princess Vespa round…
(Okay, technically this could be a Princess Harley.)
…and…and…wait. You recognize what? Aside from the fortress and crown stuff, I’ve already obtained my fairy story ending, full with online game enjoying, Princess Bride quoting, and brownie baking prince. (Love you, Sweetie.)
So I suppose I will simply finish right here by wishing all of you:
I just like the quick and fluffy ones, myself.
Due to in the present day’s dream group Debbie B., Anony M., Lisa V., Lisa P., Julia B., Vanessa C., & Stephanie S., who, for the report, by no means even knew fairies *had* tails.
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P.S. I discovered one thing for the princess who needs to put on one thing previous, one thing new, one thing borrowed, and one thing poo:
Do not cease believing, y’all. Goals do come true.
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And from my different weblog, Epbot:
