But, now the problem is......what to wear. One thing for sure.....I must don a hat with feathers. Yup, that's what I'll do. My husband wears a baseball cap most of the time, but I think he may have to leave that at home.
Just try to picture the foods that royalty will serve us for an affair of this magnitude. I'm going to eat until I bust, you can bet on that. Rumor has it that the royals are going to keep the global recession in mind. I promise to write several blogs describing the entire experience from the time we leave American soil till we pull back in the driveway. And, I'm sure we'll have lots of pictures taken with the newlyweds, Queen Mother and Phil, Cam and Chuck, and I'll share those with you as well.
I will be so disappointed if we don't receive that precious piece of parchment in the mail. But, as I said, there's a 99% chance we will, and those are some pretty good odds, I'd say. Please don't be jealous, now. After all, I did promise I'll write and tell you all about it!
Oooooh, I'm so excited I could pee in my pants! Ta-ta.