2005-06-12 - 6:00 p.m.
I just spent the day driving around town with the beautiful Brit Extraordinaire in a black convertible mustang. I felt like a celebrity, waiting to crash and burn for the paparazzi. He's taking me flying next weekend (he has a private pilot's license)and next Saturday we'll be off to the theater. Where the bloody hell did this come from? It seems my fairy godmother finally got off her ass and brought me a prince. Maybe there really could be a happily ever after...
