Once upon a time...

I watched the Royal Wedding with my Opa last night.  He had it recorded on his tv and had already watched it twice, but he sat again for three hours and watched it with me.  Oma was busy doing other things in the house while Opa and I argued over Kate's train being designed symmetrically (my argument) or asymmetrically (his argument).  These things just don't usually happen.

I decided that watching the wedding was like watching the ultimate chick-flick.  Princess wedding?  Yes please.  And, I kept getting goosebumps which seems so silly, but come on people: I love love and weddings and everything cute.  Okay, so not everything cute, but you know what I mean.  But I love it. 

End of story.