Other: Edward like hotdogs? Also, he may or may not randomly pull a sword on you. If he does, then I apologize in advance.
ALSO, HE IS ADORABLE. Yay. Additional Links: Hum-drum. Um. The Enchanted Wikipedia Page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_(film))
First Person (entry type): 1234567890-=qwertyuiop[]\asdfghjkl;'zxcvbnm,./
... This keyboard is amazing!
Fair Robert Philip of New York City has told me that if faced with a problem, you may 'blog' about it on the Internet (which, I believe, is run by fairies - even if Robert tells me strange things of 'electricity' and 'gears'). I, therefore, have taken it upon my wonderful self to try out this suggestion, as the man who married sweet Giselle must have some sense in him somewhere, even if he tells me strange things.
Now, the reason I'm writing this is because of a simple problem.
My mirror is gone.
My magic mirror is gone.
Oh, how I loved that mirror! It was rather interesting on how I could control it with a simple black little box, and how pressing the little red button on the upper left would let me see my reflection, and not some horrific face Snow White tells me appears in her mother's mirror! I told Nancy never to touch it, though I believe she must be at some point - when I pressed the red button a few days ago, it was in a scene of love and romance, and Nancy always tells me to stop switching scenes when it comes to love romance.
It's not quite gentlemanly to accuse your wife of treachery to magic mirrors, so it is, more than anything, not her. It cannot be her!
Nancy told me once that the mirror (which she insists on calling 'television' - these New Yorkers have such strange vocabulary) needed to be 'repaired because you kept using it, Edward', and aside from the fact that she forgot my title, I was stricken. The mirror was not cracked, nor was it touched by evil hands, so I don't see how it could be broken. This is the last piece of evidence I have as to the whereabouts of my beloved magic mirror, and I really do wonder where it is.
Clues so far: Nancy says it's a television. Nancy watches it. Nancy says it must be fixed.
LOOK IT'S P5 but i'm not done yet 'cause i'm lazy
ALSO, HE IS ADORABLE. Yay.
Additional Links: Hum-drum. Um.
The Enchanted Wikipedia Page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enchanted_(film))
First Person (entry type):
1234567890-=qwertyuiop[]\asdfghjkl;'zxcvbnm,./
... This keyboard is amazing!Fair Robert Philip of New York City has told me that if faced with a problem, you may 'blog' about it on the Internet (which, I believe, is run by fairies - even if Robert tells me strange things of 'electricity' and 'gears'). I, therefore, have taken it upon my wonderful self to try out this suggestion, as the man who married sweet Giselle must have some sense in him somewhere, even if he tells me strange things.
Now, the reason I'm writing this is because of a simple problem.
My mirror is gone.
My magic mirror is gone.
Oh, how I loved that mirror! It was rather interesting on how I could control it with a simple black little box, and how pressing the little red button on the upper left would let me see my reflection, and not some horrific face Snow White tells me appears in her mother's mirror! I told Nancy never to touch it, though I believe she must be at some point - when I pressed the red button a few days ago, it was in a scene of love and romance, and Nancy always tells me to stop switching scenes when it comes to love romance.
It's not quite gentlemanly to accuse your wife of treachery to magic mirrors, so it is, more than anything, not her. It cannot be her!
Nancy told me once that the mirror (which she insists on calling 'television' - these New Yorkers have such strange vocabulary) needed to be 'repaired because you kept using it, Edward', and aside from the fact that she forgot my title, I was stricken. The mirror was not cracked, nor was it touched by evil hands, so I don't see how it could be broken. This is the last piece of evidence I have as to the whereabouts of my beloved magic mirror, and I really do wonder where it is.
Clues so far: Nancy says it's a television. Nancy watches it. Nancy says it must be fixed.
Conclusion: A troll ate it.
Those trolls!