Or, for that matter, do you still read Cinderella as an adult? I do.
In fact, I seem to have a fixation with that story. If you don't believe me, see Exhibit A.
I've got to admit that, any time I read a story that involves a handsome guy with money rescuing a kind, hard
working, girl from a life of cooking and cleaning, I think to myself,
"Really? Sign me up!"
Don't get me wrong, I love my life. But the thought of being whisked off to a castle by a guy who has
searched the countryside looking for me after a night of partying that includes a fairy godmother
who turns a pumpkin into a carriage and a mice into horses without a glue gun or spray paint?!
Come on, with talent like that, you just know that the fairy Godmother is headed for her own DIY show on
HGTV, don't you?
And who am I kidding?! I'd jump at that offer. (Of course this would be after making sure that the prince
knows that I come with a family...and a dog.)
Geez...that would change the ending just a tiny little bit. Don't ya' think?
So, I keep hoping that one morning, I'll walk outside and my fairy Godmother will have turned this planter
into a glass coach (or at least be standing there, ready to waive her magic wand so that I can get my house
cleaned and decorated before homecoming this weekend.)
In the mean time, I'm planting mums, and cleaning and decorating our home for one final homecoming for my
youngest prince and working on my very own Happily Ever After.
But, if you happen to see a kindly woman with a wand who's looking for a hard working gal to do
a little magic for, send her my way, won't you?!