Let me preface this by giving you a little history.
I married Cranky in 1981, 30 years ago (almost, June), the same year Diana married that dishonest phony Prince Charles. We scheduled our wedding so that there would not be too much competition or comparison with the royals. (I wanted a little undiluted attention.)
Then decades later the beautiful William and beautiful Kate wanted to get hitched, and the blogosphere was suddenly "NO! You are an airhead if you care about that!"
Look, I was never going to stay up all night for it. I was just curious. So we taped the CBS coverage (four hours, but you can skip the dull parts). Might look at it; might just erase it.
This morning, I perused a bunch of wedding photos online.
Then Cranky said, "Let's go watch!"
Middle of the day, hadn't even had lunch (still haven't, but pizza will be here soon). We sat there together on the baby-blue love seat and looked at that sea of absurd hats (don't think I don't want one, because I do). Fast-forwarded through a few flabby moments, but just absolutely adored seeing the composed, lovely young couple do their thing in front of the whole world. What a job. Wills knows how to do it by now, but his bride is still in training. She came off very good.
My husband really, really enjoyed watching. I wonder if it made him a little tumescent about our upcoming anniversary.
I need a tiara.