fly the white flag of war...

Today my daughter and spent two hours on a bus to retrieve the prince. More often than not I am put in a position where I have to rescue him. He doesn't really know how to take care of himself. He thinks he does, but experience has proven otherwise.

We arrived at the bus stop just in time to catch the 2:40 to Everett. The young princess chose one of the elevated seats towards the back so she could oversee her subjects while in transit. She insisted on bringing her doll with her against my better judgment. Before the first leg of our journey was halfway through she had exhausted the entertainment value of her doll. She placed her doll in her seat and pranced to the seat on the opposite side of the aisle where she sat and stared at the teenage girl behind her meticulously applying make-up in preparation for some Friday night adventure.

Upon arriving at the Everett bus station the young princess insisted on the need for a snack. Snacks are the central preoccupation of the young princess's life. Missing snack results in hours of torment. We speedily obtained some Cheet-os and apple juice and scurried onto the 510 to Seattle.

For this leg of our journey, the young princess decided on a seat by the coachman. This choice of seat enabled her to lay down, take a quick nap and ensure I was as uncomfortable as humanly possible for the duration of our trip.

We rescued the prince from his tower in Seattle and after a brief interlude to play in a toy store, we piled into our personal coach to head back to the castle. On the return trip my head started to hurt.

This wasn't your normal run of the mill head hurt. This was a migraine. It started as a churning in the pit of my stomach and worked its way up to my left temple. As we headed home it progressively worsened. This put the prince in a very bad mood. The prince has little tolerance for weakness in his princesses...

the beginning...

Once upon a time there was a thirty one year old princess living in the Cascade foothills of Western Washington. Her kingdom was an overcrowded castle where she coexisted with her prince, young daughter and canine protector. While living in this castle she began to question the route her life had taken. To this day, she continues to seek an answer.

Once upon a time...