ok, fine...it was in the hallway closet.
there lived a beautiful little princess.
she lived in a small, dark room (closet) of a messy little castle with a stepmother, stepfather and two (not-so) evil stepsisters. and a zoo of pets.
her stepmother was constantly pulling her out of her dark little room, demanding that she...
**clean the carpets!**
**clean the kitchen floors!**
**look for missing cheerios!**
**find all the dog/cat hair within the carpet fibers!**
**make my house shine like the top of the chrysler building!**
(oops. wrong movie.)
but one day while her stepmother and stepfather were preoccupied...
doing the dishes...get your minds out of the gutter, folks!
the two (not-so) evil stepsisters found her wearily crying in the middle of the living room. amidst a mess. the eldest step sister felt horrible about her preoccupation with barbies and polly pockets. the littlest step sister felt awful for running from the room screaming whenever the lonely princess was pulled from her closet and sent, vrooming.
doing all that they could...these two sweet lil' ones...proceeded to give her a make-over, complete with a full ensemble of evening wear that would make her the hit of the hoover ball that evening.
sorry honey...there's no such thing as a magical fairy godmother around these parts...
point...even being a princess sucks sometimes.