what good is a blog without a fairy tale to get it restarted

Once upon a time there was a woman who lived for romance. She loved Happily Ever After and expected it in everything she did or read, much to the annoyance of her friends. She believed in fairy tales and cheesy soaps, and Santa Claus . Every night she wished on a star or two that she'd fall in love with someone who could be not just her husband, but her friend.
When her prince came along, he was handsome, if a little tarnished. But then so was she. He carried with him the keys to the kingdom of magic and fairytales, and sometimes they even spoke the same language. She was happy and in love. They lived in a slightly rotted castle with two small subjects and one rather large one.
Then one day, without any warning, the tarnished prince brought home an ugly stepsister, and her small child. The prince claimed he wanted a refund, so that he could start a new chapter in his Happy Ever After with the ugly stepsister and her little girl. The woman's heart was broken, because more than anything, she'd wanted a child of her own. She hadn't realized her fairy tale came with an expiration date.
Her belief in love and happiness destroyed, the woman moved out of the rotted castle. She took the most obedient, loyal, and loving of the subjects with her to a new land far, far, away. Or at least down the Snyder several exits. They found a new castle which the woman decorated with fairies and seashells, and they were fairly happy.

Now the woman and her subject spend most of their time lost in the land of dreams, searching for a new fairy tale. She's not sure she believes in love- for her at least, but the evil prince was not able to destroy her belief in romance. She still expects it in everyone else. She's guarded as always by her constant companions: a tiger, who is cranky but loved; the world's first environmentally-friendly dragon, who eats too much pasta; and the Angel who protects her heart.

If you're looking for the woman, look with your heart, not your head. Occasionally she fades from this world into the land of dreams and stories, and is not always easily seen. Never fear, friends: she has many more stories to tell- and Happy Ever Afters to find- before her own story is done.