.......there was a
beautiful princess Crotchety Old Mom. Her daughter was 17 and no longer in need of constant supervision.
The Princess Daughter bought Mom a new book called "He's Just Not That Into You."
Crotchety Old Mom read it like an owner's manual.
And realized she just wasn't into the
frog prince she was dating, nor he her.
Mom is well aware of her misplaced grammar.
She bid him adieu.
Mom was pretty much resigned to remaining single for the rest of her days.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
She would have been perfectly content to take up bird-watching or basket-weaving or a few more stray cats.
The Internet beckoned.
GottaMatch had a special deal going on.
Her BFF had emailed many delightful "profiles" of eligible princes for the Mom's amusement.
Mom now wishes she would have saved one particularly amusing picture from StupidCupid.com. It featured a very short very plump biker dude wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers and a large dagger.
Mom joined GottaMatch so she and her BFF could amuse one another by picking out potential Princes for each other.
GottaMatch would also pick out potential Princes and email their profiles. Kind of like a Royal Personal Shopper.
I was shopping. Not to buy, just s.h.o.p.p.i.n.g.
GottaMatch dropped a few "you might find this Prince
tolerable amusing"in the Royal Inbox.
One evening LuckyGuy landed in the Royal Inbox. He said he was lucky because he had broken his neck @ C1 and C2 and suffered spinal cord injuries (eerily similar to Christopher Reeves); but that after a year of rehab he was no longer wheelchair bound and was getting around pretty well on his own, thankyouverymuch.
CrotchetyOldMom is a rehab nurse. She recognized that LuckyGuy had worked his fanny off to get back on his feet.
She sent him an "atta boy" note.
He emailed back.
He was funny.
She emailed "you amuse me"
Barrage of emails.
Followed by phone calls.
And a date.
He came over and helped with dinner. We made meatloaf.
the Sisters called. "What are you DOING?," they asked.
"we are making meatloaf."
"OH! IS THAT WHAT YOU CALL IT? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
the Sisters amused themselves.
I made meatloaf last night.
Mr Sweetie will say that it's just as good as the first time he had it. When his name was LuckyGuy.