May
26
Why must I continually explain to my subjects daughters that I am the Queen of Everything!…and not just on my birthday! It’s tiring, really. Blah, Blah, Blah…I’m the Queen and you are the staff princesses…Blah, Blah, Blah. When you grow up and move out (at 12:01am on your 18th birthday) and have your own house and brats kids, you can be the Queen of you own house, but don’t forget, I will be the Queen Mother at that point, which still has ultimate seniority. You can’t win, so just give in and your lives will be that much more bearable enjoyable.
And they lived happily ever after.
THE END
PS: Happy Birthday to me!
May 26th, 2008 at 11:56 pm
Yes, a very Happy Birthday to you my friend!!!! And yes, as long as you’re the mom, you ARE QUEEN. They don’t like that, well tough! :}
Have I really known you for 30 something years?! CRAZY!! I hope you had a wonderful day!!