Like many of my neighbors I was awake this morning at 4 a.m. (for those of you who are NOT my neighbors this was the time the Royal Wedding coverage was slated to start).
Unlike many of those neighbors I was awoken by coughing from my daughter - checked on her (she was fine... really) and immediately went back to sleep.
In all honesty I don't think I cared much when Charles and Di wed... and I was a little girl who should have been dreaming of fluffy princess dresses and marrying my own prince.
But seriously - that dress? Even the little girl in me knew that was obnoxious... apparently just getting in the royal carriage required a few helpers to shove in that train. Not to mention that prince... at least Kate got the hunkier looking son.
But no, I didn't watch it... didn't even consider watching it.
My apathy makes me...
you tell me:
It proves that I don't have a romantic bone in my body.
It proves that I am too old to swoon about someday marrying a Prince and living in a castle singing to forest animals.
It proves that I prefer sensible shoes and dresses that you can dance in.
It proves that I love my husband enough to be happy with our wedding that cost about 1/10000th of the amount they spent on the Royal big day.
It proves that I have been sleep deprived and had better things to do at 4 a.m.
It proves that the only Royals I will ever cheer for are probably wearing baseball caps.
Okay, really... not those ones either.
or... All of the Above.
but hey, congrats to the happy couple... I'd send a card or something but really, I just don't care enough to send the very best.
Moroni 7:6-8 -- On Attitude
16 hours ago