The way the acceptance email opens

The official acceptance letter/email hit the intertubes yesterday and ended up in my gmail account yesterday. It was a very tense thirty minutes after I rushed home from the mall to check my email account. But after a violent attack on my computer for taking to long to load, I did the happy grad school dance for the rest of the night. There is so much to think about. My thesis project, housing, insurance, and of course how is this all gonna be paid for? Big money, big money, big money!

Now for something completely different. Fairy tales are tales of wonder and enchantment but, let's be honest they are total B.S. Not only do they make the female helpless, they also insist on creating a false reality of perfectionism that no one (not even Martha Stewart) can obtain. Thus I have created a new series called Reality Ever After.

Rapunzel is sitting out on the balcony of her bedroom sipping her morning coffee and wondering what her beloved Prince Stew (you didn't think his REAL name was Charming did you?) was doing at the Renaissance Fair. (This is why you don't agree to marry someone you justlet down your hair to) .

She absentmindedly began to stroke her long luxurious hair when she realized that she was stroking thin air. Hrmph, she thought to her self as she ran her hand through her thick blond bob. It had been two weeks and she still had the occasional bout of phantom hair. It is going to grow back, it is going to grow back.

Only why did it have to take so long? 2 weeks had been long enough for her to fall in love and marry the love of her... well let's face it the only man she had EVER laid eyes on. He promised he could get her out of that damn tower and with that promise Stew's receding hair line and lager belly became his charming qualities. It was only when Stew carried her over the threshold of their 2 bedroom 2 bath apartment did Rapunzel realize the mess she had gotten herself into.

She had just begun to grow used to her humble abode when her loving husband broke the news that he would have to go on the road with the traveling fair and would not be back for a couple of weeks. He told her to find a hobby while she was waiting for him. Maybe crochet or knitting would keep her mind occupied while her prince was off playing with the wenches and warlocks.

Oh she had found her hobby. Rapunzel took her last sip of coffee and set her cup down on her desk. She sat down at her computer and began to read her email's for the day.

"Dear Mistress Zel ..."