Royalty

not really from spain
yet he's royal none the less
and inside my home

The King of Spain arrived today in West Palm Beach. His anticipated visit - seven days - but we'll see about that. He was supposed to come in at 11:30, but you know how airline flights go... delayed, delayed, delayed.

I haven't seen the King of Spain since My Size Dominican-gate, and it was not good terms when we left. He was rather upset with me because of my drunken behavior and I was confused because I don't remember what had gone down. This week I'm going to make it up to him. Granted I'm recovering from my episodes, but I've been thru worse.

I dispatched Becky to get the King of Spain as I had to see Dr. M today for post-op follow up. All I know is I have mad pain killers and they are nice.

Welcome to Palm Beach International Airport...