It was called The Wail House. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room. However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary... CLICK TO READ MORE!
As I was dawdling on another new hire, the following letter was delivered to me by the Executive Director dated 30 days ago. Dear Ms. Lingerman: This letter is to inform you that your employees’ lack of follow through has been noted. This time-consuming behavior must stop and will be met with varying grades of discipline. Therefore, you must eventually end your employees’ procrastination by implementing the following punishments within the next day or so... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Today, I woke up to the sun streaming in my windows. The soft glow interrupted my dreaming state at the precise moment when the Prince was about to kiss me. How terribly disappointed I was not to touch his lips with mine... CLICK TO READ MORE!
It was whimsical little structure, seemingly right out of a fairy tale. Straight lines were non-existent, almost like a child had built it. There was an arched door that widened at the top, a railing that slanted toward the slide, a porthole that opened outward, and even a chimney that was more cartoonish than functional; leaning as if to puff out smoke like that of a dancing tugboat... CLICK TO READ MORE!