I have a love affair...

with men.  with men of importance. and fairytales.

Here's the deal I'd love a man. a true man.

Get this. I'm human. And, I'd like one. Just as much as I'd like a KitchenAid mixer. I'd like a man. But of course, I'd like a KitchenAid mixer with Brushed Nickel finish and all the apparatuses that come with it. So, of course, I'd like a man with a certain rustic finish with all the apparatuses of multifunctuality (Webster, I just created a word) to go with it.

I had a great convo with my gal pal Log down in Roanoke. ( a texting convo. get over it all you negaters of technology. a true convo can happen over texting, blogging, and email. our friendship justifies this. anyway, I apologize as I digress. actually, i don't care what you think. it's my blog.) about this heresay (another new word Webster) situation.

Anyway...yes, I know that God has a plan, but a girl can dream...

I have a love affair with FAIRYTALES...at the end of the day I want that.  I want a guy to be so in love with me for who I am and for us to live happily ever after.  I want to feel needed, wanted, the whole kapow, bang train. Swept off my feet. And, until then I'll patiently wait.

It doesn't have to truly be a Prince of Wales. I mean, ok, it wouldn't hurt. I'd soak up the paparazzi. Heck, I used to rollerblade up and down the neighborhood acting like I had my Secret Service to protect me. Even better, I used to have them secretly evacuate me from my room because I was just that special. So, anyway back to the real life of me, I'd be ok with the everyday, ordinary prince. Where you at?

And, you can bet this girl is eating up with a huge spoon the Royal Wedding (3.5 days, who's counting?)...Log and I are in love with this occasion. We simultaneously watched William & Kate the other night ( I watched it twice until 1 am...now know this...when was the last time I watched a whole movie and stayed up until 1am to watch a movie?...actually never).

English accents + Royalty = A fairytale.  A girl can dream. Taylor Swift believes. So can I. Fairytales.

To all you haters of them, they do exist. I know they do. Perhaps, not in a Disney/Cinderella way, but in your own way.

I'll won't settle for a darn frog. I'll wait for my prince.

Moral of the Story: Log, "Anni it will happen. both of us will be princesses....to arab's prince's with oil fortunes." Darn right. When do we book our tics?

Me (left) & Log (right)...can anyone say princess hair?

Now back outside to bask in the beautiful weather and to have 'kindle time' with a harlequin western romance.