Part of me has always felt that there is a good reason I am not rich. This is because then everyone would hate me. Not out of jealousy exactly, but because I'd be absolutely obnoxious. I wouldn't handle it well. I can pretty much guarantee that if I won the lottery tomorrow, all you'd get would be successive postings of topics like: me bitching about having to wait 6 months for a new Louis Vuitton bag, me bitching about how my new Aston Martin has lost its new leather smell, me bitching about how no matter how much I scream at my Nicaraguan maid, she STILL doesn't blot all the water droplets off my salad's lettuce leaves! Yeah, it wouldn't be pretty...
When Roy and I went on this trip across Europe we hit nearly every castle and palace in the land. At each and every castle I would wait till the room emptied out, stand at the top of the grand staircase, and then beg Roy to blow on a fake bugle in the air to announce my arrival before 'escorting' me down the stairs. He was mortified, but I REALLY perfected my 'royal wave' on that trip and think he should appreciate that fact.
So I have to say, God made a really good call making me a working stiff. It keeps me grounded and humble. Well, time to go...I have to go and wake up Roy from his slumber. I'm tired and need a neck rub with some lavender oil.
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I read this post to my hubby and he laughed for 5 minutes. He liked your idea about traversing the staircases in the castles. He said he wished he had thought of that!
You continue to amuse me, daily.
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