As former Queen Clarisse Renaldi slowly hoisted herself up in bed she prayed that a: the room would stop spinning and b: that someone would quit holding that screaming teakettle so close to her head. As she muttered "Curtains close", and they did she seriously wanted to cry and crawl under a very large rock.
It didn't help that Olivia chose that exact moment to appear happy, cheery and bright with a breakfast of ste3ak and eggs. Clarisse couldn't get to the bathroom quick enough.
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The only sounds heard at the breakfast table were the sounds of silverware stirring coffee and B.C. head ache powder wrappers being thrown onto the table. Shades came in said good morning and got a close-lipped "hi" from every one there.
"Well aren't you all a lively bunch. Well I guess that can be expected after". He then pulled a paper out and read the title. "Royal Family has Royal Party in True Royal Fashion". Joe snatched the paper from Shades who took that as his cue to leave. "I can't believe that she would right something as outrageous as this". "When I get my hands on that woman".
Nick stopped dead middle of his sentence; his wife was trying to stifle a giggle. "What?" His gramma-in-law, let out an un lady like snort. Then they both just burst into full out laughter. After about 15 minutes of them having a good laugh at their husband's expense, they finally told them what was so funny. "We've been called so much worse than that can't you tell by that pathetic attempt at thinking an ok headline that they've run out of good ones"? Mia took a deep breath and then snapped her fingers at her gramma. "Oh Oh! Remember", she held her hands up as if to signal quotes. "Royal Floozy Takes Doozy. Then it had the picture of gramma falling strait on her back off of the stage". This caused another fit of giggles and Joe just sat down and shook his head. "And to think this all started with a poker game".