Queen Calls For Worker Bees

So there I was.

Lightning flashing. Wind blowing. Tornado warnings in my town. It's dark. It's rainy. It's spooky. I'm all alone. Candles burning all over the castle. Shadows dancing in the cobwebs. Lights flickering. Wondering when the power would go out.
Waiting for prince charming in a negligee by the moat. Pouring Godiva....

What?! Wake up, Mimi!
You fell asleep again at the keyboard. This is no time to dream about romance. You have work to do.

Peace Globe #401, 401, 402....and on and on....what's a girl to do?
And then it hit me.
I think I might have to ask for help.

I called my friend Psycho Julie for a quick palm reading and advice.

"I can't do this by myself O-psycho-one, I need help."

"Remember this word, O Queen.... D.E.L.E.G.A.T.E"

"Yes, but I hate to ask people for help. It's not in my nature. I'd rather do it myself."

"Fine," she said. "Drive yourself and your whole kingdom crazy. See if I care."

Click.

Lightning! Thundering! More lights flickering. I thought I heard maniacal laughter from the dungeon below.

Re-dialing.

"Why don't I just stand at the castle gate in a negligee?" I asked my level-headed friend who was much more sane than I at this hour of the night. It seemed like a good idea to me.

Click.

Re-dialing.

"That is not the kind of help you need, Mimi dear. You're just tired and not thinking straight. I'll talk to you later!"

Click.

Re-dialing.

"Wait! What kind of friend are you?? Is that all the advice you can give me? I'm sinking in a sea of message bottles! (nope, that was last month)...I mean memes...yes, that's what I meme. Memes. "
I thought I heard her yawn.

"Julie."

"Yes, Psycho-Queen?"

"I think I broke my meme. In fact, I'm sure of it. How will I finish numbering peace globes in the Official Peace Globe Gallery with a broken nail crown meme. I have permanent arthritis from pounding the calculator keys with one hand and typing with the other.

Click.

Re-dialing.

"Why do you keep hanging up on me?!"

"You're hyperventilating again dear. And I've been trying to tell you for twenty minutes that I would help you and you just keep blabbering about sleepwalking and moat frolicking. And then you said something about Justin Timberlake. That was so unbecoming of a Queen. So I hung up. Are you asleep or awake? What's going on with you, Your Highness?"

Gulp.

Did she say she was helping me?

And so she did.

For hours and hours last night and this morning, sweet blogger Julie left comment after comment on blogs about peace globes as the Queen fussed and fumed about nobody helping her.

Thank you, Julie. I'll be sure to add you to the No-Dungeon-For-You list.

I'll try to snap out of it now.

.....404, 405, 406,....700, 726..

Somebody send Godiva.

Did she just call me a psycho-Queen?