there's a letter in our local paper today from some wackjob who was dissatisfied with her recent visit to city hall...she talks about king stratton (the mayor), lady jordan (his director of operations) and princess andrea (that'd be me) "keeping the reporters at moat's distance." so of course, all day today people are bowing to me and calling me princess...it's hilarious. the mayor said that he's gonna go get us crowns at bk this afternoon...if he does, i'll wear it. i just wanted to share because i find it hilarious. the best part is, not only do none of us have a recollection of this woman, but we can't even find her in the tax rolls (her biggest complaint was about taxes) - i think someone made her up!
it doesn't take all kinds, we just have them.
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freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose - janis
Which is funnier? That BK had no crowns or that someone went to go get them for you to wear?
I made my family call me Dr. blubirde at Thanksgiving last because an ethics opinion came out saying lawyers could refer to themselves as Drs. now. I loved it!
Enjoy it while it lasts, Princess Andrea! (Aren't you glad you aren't some boring old Lady? That would suck.)