It's flashback Friday and I couldn't think of a more appropriate flashback today
than to go waaaayyy back to the summer of 1987.
I was fifteen going on sixteen and my wonderful aunt took me on a trip to England.
It was the one and only time in my life that I ever considered the royal family with any great interest.
You see, there was still one eligible prince left (Prince Edward) and maybe, just maybe, I would bump into him
and I would catch his eye.
Where and how, I do not know, but I was fifteen and silly and I knew it wasn't going to really happen,
but a teenager can dream.
Let's just say, that even if I had run smack dab into him,
I hardly think that my awesome 80's perm,
my ginormous glasses,
and my baggy sweaters
were going to make him say "Wow!"
(or whatever exclamation a prince might choose.)
So this week, as William and Kate's wedding approached, my first thought was to ignore it.
But then I thought "why not make a party of it?"
So I broke out our tiaras
(yes, we do have our own tiaras... another story for another day)
and the good china,
had the girls sleep-over in my room
and set the alarm for 5:30.
At 5:30am we woke to the sound of chimes.
(I didn't realize that my alarm was set to 'chimes', but how appropriate!)
tea apple juice
and ate scones in bed while we watched the wedding.
Ohhhhh... the wedding....
totally worth it!
The pretty dress, the crazy hats, the pomp and ceremony.
I rather enjoyed it.
And now we go back to our regularly scheduled and happily common lives.
I'm quite content to be Queen of my own world.