A Modern Day Fairy Tale

Once upon a time in a faraway village, lived a Queen. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in all the land, nor did she have a fairy godmother, as was the case with other fairy tale royalty.

Instead, the Queen wore many different hats:

She was a wife, mother to the beautiful little Princess, a professional writer & blogger, as well as a future marathon runner, with plans to run her first 10k race in the fall and half marathon in next spring.

Unfortunately the modern Queen had a dirty - or rather, a clean-shaven - little habit: she had shaved her legs every single day since just before she turned 12 (with the exception of the two times she had them waxed). The feeling of even a hint of stubble was enought to make her cringe and head straight for the trustworthy razor and shave gel.

The consistant need for smooth skin was causing much strife for the Queen: she awoke earlier than necessary every morning to shave which was even harder to do now that she would get up at the crack of dawn to train for the marathon. Time was also in shorter supply with the little Princess to take care of.

The King was nearly at the end of his rope, gesticulating wildly every time the new utilities bill arrived in the mail or he was left with little to no hot water for his own bathing ritual. And the village protesters, also known as water conservationists, were horrified at the toll the water usage was having on our environment.

Then one day, the Queen heard of a marvelous opportunity: a clinic was offering the opportunity for laser hair removal, a process she could not afford on her own. "This must be too good to be true", she mused. "Imagine a life where I could abandon my razor. Where time on vacation wouldn't be wasted ensuring I didn't resemble a Yeti on the beach. Where I didn't have to jump in the shower to shave a second time for the day before going out for an evening event".

As she continued her voice got even louder and more excited! "No longer will I be a slave to my razor! Never again will I scream unmentionable obscenities at the evil esthetician who unleash their unmitigated torturous methods as they rip the hair out of my body" (the aforementioned times she could actually stomach allowing her hair to grow long enough).

To the Queen, the prospect of laser hair removal on her legs represented a freedom she had never known.

The Queen knew it was a dangerous mission: she would have to travel into the city of the Oilers - the King's sworn enenmy territory (as he is a Flames fan).

However, the Queen had already found her true love with her King, but the promise of permanently smooth legs was her new Happily Ever After.

The End.