Last Saturday, this fairy princess woke up late. I’m never an early-riser, and I’m not at my best even at 11 a.m.
Especially when I pick up my phone and instantly receive a message like this one:
Emmie Mears: Drew just sent me a picture of a squirrel with big balls and said it was him as a princess. O___O LOL
Picture me looking at my phone kinda like this:
…whut?
I said nothing, just tried to process that combination of words with my sleep-brain. I did not succeed in making it make sense.
Emmie Mears: I told him that Princess Drew has illustrious appendages.
At this point, I had to speak up.
Kristin McFarland: What on earth… I’m still in bed. LOL
Emmie Mears: HAHAHAHA. Whoops. Good morning?
I was also so completely bemused that I said out loud to my husband…
“What on earth did you do to Emmie?”
He quickly came to his own defense, and appeared in the bedroom.
Spouse: Remember last night, you said I needed to learn to be a princess? Well, I sent her a picture of me as a princess!
It all came screaming back to me then. Part of why I slept so late was because I was up late, talking with Spouse and some Twitter-friends about how Drew doesn’t like his birthday and needs to learn to be a princess and celebrate like a man. (Those might have been my exact, nonsensical words.)
One of our friends—and between you and me, internet, I’m not even sure it was Emmie—demanded a picture of Drew as a fairy princess. I said I’d do my best to oblige, and promptly forgot about the whole thing when I went to bed.
But Drew remembered, and sent Emmie a picture.
Kristin: She says you sent her a picture of a squirrel with enormous testicles.
Spouse: What? No! I sent her a picture of a guy in a princess outfit!
At this point, I turned back to my phone.
Kristin McFarland: He is puzzled. I think perhaps you got the wrong picture.
Emmie Mears: LOL. Oh, it is an error. Apparently that’s their default error picture…….a big balled squirrel.
And then she sent me the picture. This is what I saw:
No, I can’t read the Russian caption. I don’t think I want to know. And no, Drew does not look like this guy.
Kristin McFarland: …I get a chubby guy in a pink fairy costume.
Emmie Mears: Awwww, why can’t I see it?
At this point, I lost my shit, as they say. I was laughing so hard I could barely type.
Kristin McFarland: I am laughing so hard. I want to see the big balled squirrel!
Emmie Mears: This is the pic I got.
Illustrious appendages, enormous testicles… This, friends, is a big-balled squirrel.
Emmie Mears: This morning is off to an awesome start.
Yes. Yes it was. Four days later, and I’m still giggling about it.
Welcome to my life, internet! Chubby fairy princesses and big-balled squirrels abound.
Kristin McFarland 
Bahahaha! This is awesome. Also, I demanded said pics, but I am glad I did not have to wake up to that squirrel.
LOL! But the fairy princess worked for everyone but Emmie! She was the ONE PERSON who could’ve been squirrel-bombed, and that’s how it worked out.
BAHAHAHAHA! Imagine my surprise. I was sitting here like, “Okay, why is that Drew as a princess? Why? I do not understand. Maybe Kristin will know why this is Princess Drew?”
I hadn’t had enough coffee to realize they’d spelled out “Four Oh Three” instead of “Error: 403”
Perfect.
I’m still over here doing a Dean immitation. Wut?
😉