So, with no one looking over my shoulder, I pulled up my trusty google and typed in "when...is...royal...wedding?". I was a little shocked to learn it was only days away. So next, I typed in the obvious: "Who..is...getting...married?"
Just kidding. I grocery shop, which puts me waaayyy ahead of all the losers out there who don't stand in line for hours, therefore missing the opportunity to read all the juicy headlines from the gossip rags. Yes, somedays, my life is so fulfilling.
Which brings me back to Katie and Willy and their wedding day! Whoohoo! Good on you. And although I love weddings I had no interest whatsoever to wake up at 5am on a Friday morning to watch this thing. I take sleeping very seriously. I really have no idea who Kate is and I thought William was still 5 years old. I'm not a royal watcher and the closest thing in my life to the British is my mother's deep obsession with all things Coronation Street. And why watch the real thing when you can just instant replay all day long? I might watch it Friday night when I catch the news around 6ish...
Or... I can find myself lying in bed this morning at 6am staring at the ceiling thinking, "I wonder what her dress looks like?" and quickly racing downstairs to eat my breakfast cereal and take in some royal cheer. I turned on the tele (see how quickly I can turn?) to hear "....pronouce you man and wife." It took me about 3 and half seconds to start weeping a little (don't ever invite me to your wedding. I sob. It's humiliating for everyone) and all I could think was, "It actually looks like she might have slept." How is this humanly possible? Why don't her eye balls look like they are surrounded by life vests? I slept for 2 hours the night before my wedding and I locked myself out of the bed and breakfast to look for food. Why I was looking for food outside in a wooded area at 3am is still a mystery. But Kate looked relaxed. As if to say, "What cameras?"
So I find it utterly unfair that on HER wedding day I'M now exhausted.
But still, because I'm a generally good spirited human, I would like to leave her with one decent piece of advice: If the Queen offers you a summer sausage, eat it.
Oh, and don't go looking for food in a wooded area in the middle of the night.
Hope that helps.