Almost immediately as she got herself buried into and among her pillows and quilt, the door bell rang. Wrestling to find a way out, she slowly managed to get her feet on the floor as she shuffled across the house to open the door. There, standing on the front porch, was a purple hatted, pink haired fairy. And with that announcement, the fairy walked off down the front sidewalk and then flew off down the street towards the castle. Sighing once again, Princess Polly muttered to herself.
Tea parties are for OLD people.
Why, I can't go out on Friday. Going out on Friday would mess up my schedule. Slowly the princess shut the door and headed back to her place on the sofa with her quilt. The rest of the week came and went just like the week before. Each day blended into the next day.