Nobles and Passer-Byers,
Oh dear. Where did my imperial mutt go? She isn't excactly the brightest bulb in the bunch. And her manners are quite poor...
Good grief, this ball has taken a sharp turn! I have never heard of transparent fairytale creatures. You know, suddenly I feal a bit queasy, perhaps I should stay with Auntie Pink. . . :-/
Relatives, I hate to be a perfectionist, but Part
eleven? I'm going easy on you, not slapping your table with a ruler and giving you a hundred word essay about the difference between Roman Numerals and our normal 1, 2, 3's.
Tea was delightful. I made a mental note to wear my big derby hat, and my afternoon dress. Unfortunately, I found out too late, all of my clothes I had packed are quite warm, so I came dressed like a polar bear. Auntie Anna nearly called the zoo in surprise.
Which brings me to something else, as old as this palace may be, air conditioning has been installed, and it's not supposed to freeze up.
Last night (for those of us who fell asleep faster than I can talk) we had to fling open the windows, turn on all of the fans to where objects were being sent into orbit (okay, we drew the line there...), and sleep in our bathing suits.
Dearie me, the weather has been most strange. The weather man predicted scattered thunderstorms, but instead we got a nice day of scorching sun and broken air conditioners. My Cookies-n-Cream melted before I could eat half.
Oh dear, the little village children call. They want to swim in the imperial pool. I promised them candy if they came as the 7 Dwarfs (when I was going to be Snowwhite, I couldn't think of any elf maidens). I'll have to break their poor hearts...
Until Later,
Shvibi
P.S. Now, don't be too startled about my short report. I've been working on writing portfolios, and my fingers hurt from writing and typing. You'll have your lengthy story in due time...
