The Countdown

So it begins. . . .

I hate cliches, but I love to use them very sarcastically, and so I'll avoid saying how reality can be stranger than fiction and just demonstrate it.

Ever wonder when someone would appear on the scene affecting the course of life? Ohh, and I really hate to say, um, well, Prince Charming Meets the Sheriff of Naughtingham, but sort of like that? How many Cinderellas out there, raise your hands. . . . Just what I thought. You're all too embarrassed to raise your hands albeit no one will see except the people in immediate cubicles around you. lol, whatever. You get to savor this all in the privacy of your own vicarious fantasy world, then.

Well, the invitation isn't exactly to a ball, but close. It's a reunion invitation of sorts where firsts may become lasts, rhinestones can arise from cinders, mice turn into men, and I invest in airline stock. What's cheapest right now?

The countdown's begun, and my job is to prepare myself for firsts to lasts. . . .

Where's a Fairy Godmother when you need her?