~ twenty-sixth fairy tale
[guess who's back from outer space honeymooning at one of the Dead Zone outposts? This Scottish lady! Along with her living plastic husband. Before she starts flipping through the journal to read what she's missed (this past week has been for the occasional listen only), she'll just greet everyone]
Hello, castle! We're back! ...me and Rory, in case you can't tell. You know, I always thought that when I got married, I'd wake up the next morning feeling--different. Like I was a different person, or a brand-new person, just because I'd said some words and put on a ring. But I didn't! I still felt like Amy Pond. I do feel stupid for being afraid of it--getting married. It didn't magically make me some boring old housewife. Like I could be a boring old housewife, here, but--yeah. I'm glad I get to do it again whenever I go home.
Hello, castle! We're back! ...me and Rory, in case you can't tell. You know, I always thought that when I got married, I'd wake up the next morning feeling--different. Like I was a different person, or a brand-new person, just because I'd said some words and put on a ring. But I didn't! I still felt like Amy Pond. I do feel stupid for being afraid of it--getting married. It didn't magically make me some boring old housewife. Like I could be a boring old housewife, here, but--yeah. I'm glad I get to do it again whenever I go home.