The Prince Charles Conspiracy

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.-Robert Frost

In the interest of time, this will be another short one, but a blog nonetheless. Currently, the parental figures are planning the daily events in the great city of Chicago, meaning little will be accomplished because it's already 9:30 am. The events of this past week have only proved that every family has its own quirks and psychopath aquaintences. Last night we were greeted by the friendly neighborhood lunatic who is being plotted against by none other than Prince Charles. This is a completely believable story, however, seeing as Prince William has been pursuing me for the past few years. The only difference between her predicament and mine is that Charles is stealing her great works (musicals, new font types, etc.) and William demands that I marry him. I know you can imagine just how troublesome this is, paparazzi documenting my every move and being cornered by a handsome, rich young man daily, but there's so little I can do about it. At least I don't get my tires slashed three times a week and all those other unfortunate events in this poor neighbor's life.
Ah, well, time for another photo shoot for yet another British tabloid. For those of you wondering about the background of these glamorous shots, the enormous grey mouse likes to be called Chuck E. Chuck, as in Charles...wow, maybe this lady really is telling the truth.
Your Prospective British Royalty,
Anna