"Vacation, All I Ever Wanted..."

Bring on the carnivals and fairs! The Princess has arrived at her summer home in the country...of the city. The muchkins are delighted and have given here an award sanctioned by the Lollipop Guild. They giddily await the day trips to the warm-weather retreat of Sir Chuck E of Cheese. They have prepared the Riley Dance and have cued up the Wiggles, the Royal Entertainers, to sing and shake their cute little butts (tm Riley). She has announced the beginning of birthday month and summoned one and all to the Royal Garage Sale just to the west of the new veranda...well, yet to be built veranda.

Look forward to "Postcards from the Country Side: A Look Into the Urban-Agrarian and Scholarly Life of the Princess." Read along as she returns to the Academy to become a Master of the Arts of History after 10 years away as a scholar of the world. Laugh as you read tales of such jollity and preciousness you'll insist her kids are too cute for TV. And be prepared to say "Awww!" When she recounts acts of love bestowed upon her by Prince Holmes. Or gag. Whichever.

The Princess would like all to know that she will be in her ivory tower, recovering from a severe case of the vapors, for the next 24 hours. Hopefully, her tendency to speak of herself in the third person and/or through intermediaries will wear off shortly. If you care to send her a message, please leave comments on this post; it would certainly bring her spirits around.

For now, she wishes for you that the roads rise to meet you. She also wishes that all your enemies have injured ankles, so that you may recognize them and beat a hasty retreat before they notice you.

Roz out.