Laughter keeps me sane....or is it insane...well...whatever

This week has been something to write down in the ole blog. I have laughed every day. Laughed hard, ya know, the kind that is like : it's hard to breathe....your stomach hurts......your crying and you almost hit a car (or pedestrian) kind of laugh.

It all started with my friend (lets call her Healing Goddess Faery...aka Tinkerbell) thinking that I should have the nickname Cinderella. I know what your thinking! Stop! It could happen!

Anyways, I loved it and anticipated my prince (not the one from Minnesota....although...hmmmm.....nevermind) bringing my glass slipper and whisking me off my feet.

However, my fairy tale, will not be following the traditional one. Just like my life, we will be walking down the purple brick road (ummmm.....teensy bit different than the yellow one).

So I waited with high expectations for my prince to come, unfortunately I think he was in detox (it's my story), so he never showed. Then my friend (lets call him "I'm kinda a big deal!") suggested that I needed to be kissing frogs in order to find this so called prince. I thought to myself that this didn't really turn my pumpkin into a chairiot (if ya know what I mean), so I got some help. Let's just say, there was fried chicken involved.

Still.....no prince......(I know..... its hard to understand why).

Back to scrubbing floors. As I wiped the smudges off my face from cleaning the tires on my van, the power to make a decision, came from inside me. No! I do not have to hold this distinction, it is just too much pressure. I can't handle it. Stepmothers, stepsisters, mice, pumpkins, kissing frogs, fried chicken, losing slippers, scrubbing floors....uffda!

So, my friend (lets call her " Czarina Supreme of the Jewel East Coast & Florida Chapter Liaison" aka Faery Godmother) flys down here to save the day. She says "Girl, get off your knees and be the Goddess you were meant to be".

As she laid her magic wand upon my old and decrepit body, I turned into the woman that I always wanted to be......Goddess of the van, down by the canal, in the recovery compound.

***To all you ladies out there who are waiting for your prince, this is the easier softer way.***

*Names have been changed to protect the innocent***

I'm just saying.....