Makes me look like a cupcake. It's pink, frilly, girly and it's itchy! I don't want to go to this ball!
The other reason I don't want to go to the ball is the Princes. Prince Orville smells, Prince Albert talks to much, Prince Ludwig broke my sister's toe the last time he danced with her, Prince Granville is 94 and deaf, Prince Karl is 12 and these awful Princes go on and on!
Can you belive my own family are trying to marry me off to these Princes? You should hear Mother, Gran and Stella talk, "Ramona, darling, at the ball be sure to talk to Prince ______, I hear he has a very large income..." Oh, Ramona, that Prince So & So is such a nice young man. I hear he has very large esates..." "Ramona, Prince
________ is such a lovely boy and he has a wonderful house up in _______ville..."I would rather marry Victor, the dishwasher, than a Prince.
When I get married, it;s going to be to a great, non-boring person, who loves me, not my Gran. And he's not going to have large estates either, he had better live in a tiny one bedroom apartment!
Now I've got to go chose music for the ball, how about sk8ter boi? Ha ha, Gran would have a fit. No, I get to chose classical music. Great.
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