Allow me this brief interlude of sappy girlishness

So the little 9 year-old girl that secretly directs all the important choices I make in life ("'East of Eden'? No, read 'Gone with the Wind'," "Why are you listening to Papa Roach when Celine Dion is downstairs, neglected for the last ten years?," "You don't want the simple brown dress - GET THE PINK TULLE NUMBER WITH SEVENTEEN LAYERS OF RUFFLES AND A 2' SATIN BOW.") is pretty much holding a Walther PPK .380 to my temple and demanding I post this.

I am ridiculously excited.

Disney Princess 2D animated musical + JAZZ BY RANDY NEWMAN = tingly lady parts