While I was moping about, Kiel asked me if he could get me anything. My usual retort to that question is "a check for a half million." But for some reason, I told him he should get Prince Charming to take me away from all this (this being the cancer, the isolation, the feeling sick, the blahs, etc.). He said OK.
Today, Kiel had to work at the DayCare Center from 6 am to after noon. When he wandered home, he presented me with a full size drawing of a man - my Prince Charming! His name is Gene, and he is a billionaire 5 times over with an IQ of 184 who has plenty of time to spend with me - and Blue Eyes!
Kiel admitted he served as the model for the outline, though I have to admit Prince Charming's brain shows through, which is a bit disconcerting. He is quiet and not demanding at all, nice qualities in any man. His smile is wide and pleasant, and he has a tattoo on his left arm that reads "Hope you feel better soon. Love ya."
Who could resist? I must have laughed for twenty minutes. Then I hung him on the wall by his head and shoulders with thumbtacks. Nice. Now I no longer have to sing that silly song "Someday my Prince will come."
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