I've nothing new to report today really.
We're on our way to Spain in the next day or so, the kids are thrilled, Papa is not, c_hanover is ignoring me again, and albert_grimaldi is all up in arms over a scandalous book and some girl who wants to fuck Andrea (that's grimaldi for anyone paying attention to my links) or something ( Read more... )

Back in Monaco. Boring Boring Boring ( Read more... )

We are now on holiday. Officially ( Read more... )

Today my children and I pretended to be Charlie's Angels while having our picture taken with someone in a Sleepytime Care Bear suit, in Monte Carlo. Today, I painted my toes love her madly red, my scent is Secret #55, and the high was 97 ( Read more... )

I need more shoes.
Sounds shallow I know with all that's going on around me, but truly it's not.
Shoes are very important, they complete things. Without the right shoes athletes swear they would lose games, runners call some pairs lucky and sporting heroes such as David Beckham have their children's names embroidered on their shoes for luck ( Read more... )

I've decided that finally I'm not the strangest or the craziest one in the family, or at least I've gotten better at hiding it in my old age ( Read more... )

Charlotte is home. At least for a night she was, even Andrea made an appearance. Most often Caroline's only child here is Pierre, who I love and forgot to mention when I arrived, forgive me, PiPi ( Read more... )

Okay I'm Stephanie.
Princess Stephanie.
I'm not as big a tight ass as my sister Caroline, but I'm not quite as wild as I used to be...maybe.
So this is gonna be my journal. I'm going to go check things out and then see what I want to say here.

Oh yeah, if you want all that in French, put it in the fucking online translator.