Today others remember Pearl Harbor and so do I but today also is one of the most happiest days of my life. This is the day I became Mrs. Prince. 1985 was the beginning of my fairly tale life. Each day since has been more magical than the day before.
My dear sister never forgets my anniversary. I think she is so happy for me because she thought I would be a single kat forever. Shucks, I was just waiting for my Prince. All the others were real frogs. Yuck.
One of my co workers at the insurance company were I was employed told me one day "She would rather be dead than single at 24." Since I was WAY past that I told her "There are worse things than living alone."
I had made up my mind I would be single forever, then as fate would have it, I was introduced to Prince and the story book began.
He said he went by this cup and it caught his eye as those three words described me. I on the other hand, had my friend's son deliver Prince a load of wood so he would not have to work so hard. Besides what is more romantic than to snuggle up in front of a roaring fire.
The Kitty Justice is that each of you find your Prince.