A Royal Decree
(Note: Most people don't know this but I'm the Queen of the Universe. I am gentle and good but sometimes I have to send out these royal decrees, because the Good People of the Universe, for whatever reason, are just not listening to my very rational and reasonable requests.)
By order of the Crown, no subject is allowed to talk to her Majesty the Queen for the next 4 hours. She is through talking to people. She means it. Done! She has conducted eight long interviews this morning and has answered 20 phone calls from former felons wishing to be dental assistants and she just can not say another word. It would kill her and then who would be your Queen? If one more person attempts to engage the Queen in conversation she will personally dig a dungeon and throw said person in it. Now, the Queen is going to take her lunch break - which she is two hours late for - and enjoy a pudding snack and possibly a nap.
6 comments:
Sounds like it's been a rough day. I think you better treat yourself to some Bert & Rocky's chocolate orange tonight.
Three cheers for her majesty!
Oh no, this comes at a very inconvenient time for me, as I was just about to call you for a long chat about my feelings. You know the kind, where I do most of the talking, and you sort of verbally nod along.
Well, alright. I can wait for the weekend. But I get up early...and I don't believe in the time difference from the east to the west coast.
Talk to you soon.
Of course, your Highness. Your wish is my command. I'm sorry about the yakky morning. Good luck with the rest of the day.
It's after 10:00 PM and I'm assuming that your subjects were obedient, as there has been no screaming or blips on the royal radar....
Hmmm. I suspect that this would never happen because you don't actually call people. Am I right?
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