Have you met I'm So Fancy yet? No? Well she's a rich asshole with a personality disorder whereby she sometimes thinks she's Cinderella. That's Cinderella the Princess - you can bet your beluga she never slips into the pre-Prince Cinderella of mopping floors and cleaning windows. That's what her staff are for.
Anyway, Fancy pants that she is she's decided to run a competition to help a nobody realise their own dream of Fancyness. The winner needs to show that at heart she is Fancy too - even if the goods to back up the deluded belief are missing. There's even a plastic tiara at stake for God's sake.
And I think I'm in with a chance.
You see, I AM Fancy - it's just that the world hasn't realised it yet. I have been working on my Fancy dream for quite some time now and have even employed a team of workers to help me realise it.
So far there's the Cook.
The Maid.
But frankly they're just not up to parr. I'd fire them in an instant if I had my Fancy way. For some reason they just don't seem to have the right level of respect for me.
Haha- You are SO fancy- I would totally fire my slaves if I could- Although I call them helper monkeys and when they bitch and moan I tell them the only reason I HAD kids is so that I could make them into helper monkeys-
ReplyDeleteFancy indeed - however I'm thinking that you need a pa as well
ReplyDeleteYou are definitely very fancy. Please tell me how you trained your children so I can learn how to start training mine. She is only 7 months though, is this too young to fan me like a Roman slave and pour my wine?
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion it is never too young to start. She doesn't even need to know how to stand up for that one.
ReplyDeleteThis is true. I need to start cracking the whip and tell her to stop being so lazy.
ReplyDeleteYour staff may not be quite up to scratch workwise but they are very, very cute....
ReplyDeleteI hope you've pulled them out of school so they can devote themselves to your fancy life?
ReplyDeleteHoly Guacamole. I believe we've just seen a thoroughbred enter the ring...
ReplyDeleteFloored. Shocked. Flattered. Afraid. Someone has an eerily accurate sense of my own Fanciness...
ReplyDeleteAnd re reading this again. Still floored. But also wondering if your children are available on weekends....
ReplyDeleteClassic! I love the facial expressions and quaint head-cocking. They look seriously devoted AND interested! Well trained, well trained.
ReplyDeleteHi how funny :-) I often feel like Cinderella pre-prince-transformation. I look like the maid and general slave to my little prince! You should start an e-course and capitalise on your skills of training the young ;-) Take care xx
ReplyDeleteI'm so Fancy - no, not me, well I am but I mean you I'm So Fancy - I'm not sure my lot would be up to your usual standard...Perhaps we could do a trial staff swap?
ReplyDeleteYep, definitely fancy. And possibly also The Barbara Woodhouse of child rearing *round of applause*
ReplyDeleteOMG! So, this feels a bit unfair. You came to my blog, and cried. I came to your blog and laughed so loud (thank you)I think I woke up my little brood of slaves! I do have to say though, your crew looks much better at it. Mine really seem put off if they have to do dishes two nights in a row. My oldest just asked last night, "Do you ever do dishes?" AS IF! (sadly, all the frickin' time!)
ReplyDeleteFantastic! And Im wondering 'why did I never think of this?' Oh, its because Im just not Fancy at heart. I could never hope to compete for that tiara... ;)
ReplyDeleteFunny post!
There's something desperately wrong with my set up in comparison to this. Why am I allowing minority rule? Think I need to dust my whips and cuffs off!
ReplyDeleteSo funny, these pictures literally had me laughing out loud. Fantastic!!!
Ha Ha..you've just put ideas in my head.The kids are going to be busy this weekend. I want to be soooo fancy too!
ReplyDeleteAh I've had a rubbish afternoon and that has put a smile on my face. Thanks Kate!
ReplyDeleteYou have made me both laugh and feel decidedly unfancy at the same time. Well done! :)
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