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Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland.
Ah, morning in a winter Faeryland. And I emerge from my picturesque house (which is kind of a hovel, to be fair) into the crisp early morning, where everything looks a bit like a Thomas Kincaid painting … to go to work.
There is definitely something wrong with this picture.
There is definitely something wrong with this picture. Because I am off to attend the naming ceremony of some ridiculous little mortal baby, who’ll grow up into a pampered princess, do something stupid, and then end up having to be rescued by a Handsome Prince ™. It’s really enough to give a Faery Godmother pause.
I mean, here I am with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, so to speak….
I mean, here I am with Phenomenal Cosmic Powers, so to speak…. and I spend them giving gifts like beauty, patience, and wisdom to indolent little twerps…
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Fun post from three twisted knots. THANK YOU Gwen.
Look, I know I talk a lot about hating my job. And maybe it’s true, or maybe it’s not, or maybe I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I weren’t the Queen.
But the bottom line is, when I write here, I’m not going to tell you about the day-to-day operation of My Kingdom. You know why? Because it’s boring as fuck. Not that fucking is boring. But you know what I mean. Right?
I like to be a tourist. I like to go to cool places. Sometimes I am going on an errand for myself, and sometimes, I’m just going someplace different, in disguise, where nobody knows me, looking around at the scenery, and taking selfies. I am, after all, a woman of my time.
So today, I got all dressed up in my favourite new gown, and I went exploring.
So today, I got all…
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A great post by Anne Daumig