Tell a Tale Tuesday: Pillow Princess

Last night Chris and I were trying to fall asleep and he randomly said, "Tell me a story."

This isn't out of the ordinary.  Except it's usually me asking for the story.  Chris tells weird stories that end abruptly and almost always leave me asking, "What happened after that?"  And he replies, "Nothing.  That's the end."

It drives me crazy. 

One of his stories included a boy named...wait for it...Jesse Joe Jack Jim Bob Bob.  Yep.  You read that right.

Another was about a cat named Fiasco who sang loudly in the alley at night.  The story ended when Fiasco was told to shut up by a neighbor.  Fiasco replied, "MEOW!!"  The end.

Strange.  Beyond strange, even.

I saw last night as my chance.  To prove that I had storytelling, CHRIS STYLE, in my arsenal.  Below is my story.

In a land far away, there lived a princess, Princess Filmore.  And she wasn't sleeping very well.  Two months went by and she hadn't gotten one good night of sleep.

She awoke one morning to find her maid, Helga, already in the room.  "Helga," she said, "I haven't slept well in 2 months.  Whatever shall I do?"

Helga responded as her usual helpful self, "Princess Filmore, maybe you should think of getting a new pillow.  A new pillow always makes me sleep better."

Princess Filmore thought for a moment and said, "Why would I get a new pillow??  I have this very expensive memory foam pillow that is said to conform to my head.  I don't think I need a new pillow, Helga."

Helga simply wouldn't accept that answer.  "But Princess, your head is a triangle.  And memory foam is known to not form to a triangular shape."

Princess Filmore finally gave in and decided to take Helga with her to Royal Mart to get a new pillow.

Upon entering the pillow aisle at the local Royal Mart, Princess Filmore saw that there were many pillows to choose from and was very hopeful.  There were extra firm pillows for side sleepers and extra soft pillows for stomach sleepers and extra tall pillows with one inch gussetts.  There were also down pillows that were very heavy.  But as Princess Filmore tried out more and more pillows, they all felt the same.

After trying all of the pillows and feeling defeated, Princess Filmore turned to Helga and said, "Well, Helga, I suppose I'll just never sleep well again!"

Helga hugged Princess Filmore and simply said, "Since your head is a triangle, maybe we should go to a specialty store that carries pillows just for triangular-headed people."

Well, little did they know, those stores don't exist.  The end.


I do realize that none of you will think this is as funny as Chris and I do.  I just thought I'd share a small part of our weird way of communicating. :)