Monday, February 26, 2007
Cinderella's Real Words
Lest my decadent posts of late give you the impression I am nothing but a mere Valley Girl Princess, let me assure you that, while I am indeed a princess, my glass slipper is now shattered. It's around this castle somewhere, but good luck finding it under the post ball wreckage.
You see, after one week of being wined and dined by the finest of high steppin' soul sisters, one comp geek prince and one spell casting mailman bearing cards and flowers, reality has finally struck in the form of HCV: The House Cleaners Virus. Beware of that tricky temptress: she'll make you feel like you're on top of the world, but while you're floating on Cloud 9, she lobbies the toddler bomb into your abode, pulls the trigger, then laughs like Cruella De Ville at your De la Valley confusion.
In fact, pop in Disney's classic for yourself. Press the pause button on the scene featuring Cinderella sitting on the ground in her tattered dress, her carriage now nothing but a moldy pumpkin. If you look closely, you can almost make out the royal words: "Oh, shit..."
Those Disney writers were so clever.