Retirement

A warm welcome back to those of you who made it. (See what I did there? Not one line and we're already into the Disney references...) To those of you who have happened upon this blog because you were so delighted and enchanted by my previous stories, it's so very good to have you. I know there was a tremendous vacuum in your life where previously princesses and magic once resided for 10 to 15 minutes a week.  To those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, who are you and how have you found me?! Take a few minutes to catch up on your reading. We'll wait. ( www.tfgdiaries.blogspot.com )

No rush. I've got snacks.

As you now well know I have retired from Fairy Godmothering (in Traininging) partially against my will and partially because of this whole getting married and being a grown up thing everyone's going on about like it's the new iPhone or something.  But fear not! Adventure is out there! (That's two references for everyone playing along at home.) So, let me catch you up on my life. Forgive me for being that friend that invites you out to coffee and then lists every flaw with her current boyfriend for an hour and a half but it's a blog. Frankly, you were asking for it.

Things that are happening in Morgan's life (A List): 

 1.) As the title may have suggested I'm getting married in less than a year.  I promise that as soon as I get through bombarding you with an introduction I will post many an entry on the wonders of wedding planning.  There will be cake, and music, and 30 wedding gowns (even though I always pick the third gown I put on,) and more baby's breath than previously thought possible and currently thought reasonable. But not today. Today the point is I am getting married to my prince and that is why I had to leave my kingdom for his. It's tradition, darn it.

2.) About that kingdom shifting... As said prince was accepted to a rather prestigious law school we have hit the road and settled in to new surroundings.  By new I, of course mean, we have both been here once prior to moving in and yet agreed to tear up our roots and see what happens.  From a logical, think about your future, better for us in the long run mindset it makes perfect sense.  On the other hand, I can't find my Target without a GPS.

3.) I am job hunting as the retirement package for Fairy Godmother's is less than stellar.  Turns out using Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo to produce one's rent check is frowned upon anywhere not owned by Disney.  Surprisingly enough a Bachelor's in Early United States History, graduating Magna Cum Laude with Departmental Honors, and (small) award winning research in the subject does not seem to make one a desirable candidate to work in Colonial Williamsburg. Or anywhere. Who knew?  But I continue to press on because, while I look absolutely adorable in my waitressing uniform (Oh I picked up a gig at a  50s diner. Oh yes, I am trying to figure out how to do my hair like Flo in the Progressive commercials,) I really ought to do something with that rather expensive degree.

Fabulous.

So there you are, gang.  The run down.  Stick with me as I chronicle the trials and tribulations of one very eager Fairy Godmother's attempts at returning to life outside the Magic Kingdom.