Once upon a time…not that long ago, this happened:
On Monday mornings Do you Suffer from from Post Weekend Melancholia?
Listen to this Cinderella story for hope and optimism
When Cinderella returned home after the ball – her spirits plummeted from levels of unbridled bliss and joy, she lapsed back to the mundane of hearth and home.
All she had were vibrant, ephemeral, memories of the time very well spent and one cold, glass slipper.
She’d been in the arms of the True Prince and had been treated like a princess. She reveled in an melange of massages, manicures, merriment and fabulous gourmet meals. She sighed, again. She found herself sighing a lot more with this Prince.
Wistfully, she reminisced how the two playfully merged their imaginations and talents in creating romantic interludes. The charming Prince was gallant sweet and kind. And, seductive. She responded politely with oceans of affection.
In all the land, no other could rival the good Prince’s kisses. He had developed a unique use of elevators for quick passionate interludes.
Of course, his castle was the only building for dozens of miles with an elevator.
A brilliant businessman, he had a corner on the kingdom real estate market – and marketing was the skill set he embraced… that and Cinderella- he embraced her often, too
And, so it begins… they were about to to live happily ever after.