So — pretty much the entire world knows that a Prince and a Princess were married last week.
To be honest, I didn’t care that much about it . . . at least, not enough to wake up in the wee hours of the morn’ to watch their ceremony live.
But then something changed my mind.
I found this in the grocery store.
A white chocolate and raspberry cake.
Oh. My. Word.
I saw it and all my healthy living ideals flew out the window. But . . . I couldn’t quite bring myself to purchase it. I needed a reason . . . justification . . . for putting that cake in my grocery cart.
Glancing at the cover of a People magazine, I saw all I needed. The Royal Wedding. A Tea Party. A reason for my cake.
It was settled; the kidlets and I would have a Royal Wedding Tea Party; I even woke up early, verrrrrrry early, to watch the wedding. When the Little Lady woke up, I regaled her with tales of the Prince, the Princess. . . the dress and horse-drawn carriage. We even dressed up like princesses. . .
And broke out my Grandmother’s dime-store wedding china.
When I do something, I do it right.
Of course, we ate the cake.
For some of us . . . that cake was the best thing we’d ever eaten and we forgot to pretend we had manners.
And we cried when we realized we’d eaten every last bite and crumb.
(really, it was tragic to see the empty space on the plate)
Some us cried all day — but, I couldn’t easily take a picture of myself, could I?
