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Heavens to Betsy, I had 75 visits yesterday, and 100 page views. You like me! You really like me! I probably won’t update much tomorrow since a friend’s coming over for a playdate, so I’m getting it all out of my system today. And how. This is what, 8 posts in 24 hours?
Here’s a terrible joke:
Cinderella desperately wanted to go to the grand ball at the castle. She asked her fairy godmother, “However shall I go to the ball wearing rags and on shank’s mare?”
Her fairy godmother told her “Never fear, I know just the thing!” and poof, she waved her magic wand and Cinderella had a stunning ballgown on. She waved her magic wand again and poof, there was a fine coach and 6 white horses to pull it.
Fairy Godmother said to Cinderella, “Now dear, you must make sure to get back home before midnight, because if you don’t, you will turn into a pumpkin!”, and Cinderella nodded in acquiescence.
At the ball, Cinderella was by far the most beautiful maiden there and the Prince was quite taken with her, dancing every dance with her. Suddenly Cinderella exclaimed, “Oh, no! What time is it?” as she had quite lost track.
“Ten till midnight,” said the Prince.
“I have to go! I have to leave!” said Cinderella, near tears.
“But wait – I didn’t even catch your name,” replied the Prince.
“My name’s Cinderella, what’s yours?” asked Cinderella.
“Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater,” said the Prince.
“Oh, I think I can stay a little bit longer.”
