Storytime

Are you ready for a story, children?

Are you sitting comfortably?

Good. Let's begin.

Once apon a time (9ish in the evening) in a land by the bay, a 40ish princess was trimming her toenails. She was in bed and was getting grumpy about how the nails felt rubbing against the sheets so she took out the magic clippers and started cutting.

Snip! Snip! went the clippers. (Or Clip! Clip! if you're a stickler) and the nails did fly.

The 40ish princess got back in bed (after brushing off the sheets, of course) and went to sleep.

Several days later, while in the shower, much to the princess's surprise, she found a toenail clipping in the dark deep pit that was her navel.

The End

Nap Time!

Much to my horror, I'm here to admit that this is a true story. Except I'm not a princess. However I am 40ish.