A Confession

I kept telling myself that I couldn't care less about the whole royal wedding hoopla last week. "It's silly, it has absolutely nothing to do with me, and I have much more important things to watch on TV, so I don't care," I said. To quote the great Dr. Seuss, "I said and said and said those words. I said them, but I lied them." I got totally sucked into the recaps Friday night. It's sad, I know, but guess what I discovered? Somewhere underneath (way, way underneath) the independent, skirt-hating, froufrou-mocking woman I've become, there's still a little girl who wants to grow up to be a princess—but only if I can be a princess in a place where people don't wear fancy hats, because those really are just silly.