I WILL go to that Christmas Party!! I WILL!!

Here is a picture of Morgan and I right before going to his yearly work Christmas Party. Don't we look so festive in our red and green???!!! Now, I will tell you a little bedtime story that goes along with this picture...
Once upon a time there was a wonderful couple, let's call them Borgan and Trista, that wanted so despirately to go to an upcoming work Christmas Party. Let's say they were Royalty, King Borgan and the fair Queen Trista. Well, Trista had just had a surgery (what a coinscidence, huh??!!), and she wasn't feeling great, but she wanted to go to the party so she rested all day and got dressed up at 6pm to go to the party with the wonderful King, Borgan. They decided to leave the kingdom in the hands of the fair Lassidy while they left for an hour sebaticol. They knew that the trolls would be hard for Lassidy to handle, but Lassidy was becoming a very good troll-tamer. All except for the most fierce and wild troll, Dill, who was not to be tamed as of yet. So Borgan and Trista decided to take Dill to the party, so they could keep a close eye on him and make sure he didn't cast any evil spells on anyone, like the evil, "poop his own pants" spell or the infamous, "Dump everything on the floor" spell.
Well, Borgan and Trista and the troll, Dill, arrived late to the party because they took their royal time getting ready and they also wanted to make a royal entrance. They had let their chauffer take the night off so they parked their royal chariot at the bottom of the hill closest to the party. There were many other royal people there and there were many chariots there and they had to almost park in another kingdom because of all the royal chariots. Since they had to park far away, they had to walk aways to get to the royal party. As they were walking, something happened--- Queen Trista had worn her glass slippers to the party and sometimes they weren't the most reliable shoes for long distances. As Trista was taking a step, she hit a pit in the road (probably placed there by an evil sorcerer), and she fell hard, right on her royal chest! Well, it just so happened that she had just had surgery on her royal chest and so this fall caused much pain to her highness. Her dear husband, King Borgan was beside himself with grief, trying to help his beloved and offering to take her back to her own kingdom where she would be safe again. (All the while, the troll, Dill, walked in circles casting evil curses on unsuspecting shrubs and boulders). When Queen Trista finally made it to her feet, King Borgan was ready to take her back to her kingdom, but Queen Trista said, "We have made it this far. We ARE GOING TO A ROYAL PARTY TONIGHT!!!" And King Borgan took her arm with admiration filling his eyes, and he helped his royal highness to the party and they enjoyed a wonderful (if not a little bit painful), evening together as King and Queen (and troll). And everyone lived happily ever after thanks to pain meds and comfy recliners!! The End!!