Royal Wedding Part Deux

 

So just because we already had a royal wedding party six days before the wedding (what? lifetime was re-airing their movie, can you think of a better excuse to wear a hat?), you didn’t think we could resist partaking in the fun at 3:30 AM Friday? Right?

Emily knows where I live. Partially because she lives two floors down, but just in case, I thought the Queen mother could welcome her (and her to-be-SIL Natalie, whom we love, hi Natalie!).  Pip Pip, Cheerio!

 

I heard snickering outside the door as she knocked.  Success!

 

The plates version 2.0

Twinkies and pepperidge farm cookies.  Do I need pastry tips or what? I thought my take regular frosting/dye it blue/stick it in a zip lock bag/stick it in the fridge/cut the tip off method, otherwise tried and true, was solid gold.  That method was having none of the royal fun. Blimey.

Emily’s mom is a music teacher and she sent over gloves, the perfect final touch!

 

Except for this perfect final touch.  Am I a whiz with crepe paper or what.  That may stay up a while. It may also cause you to break out into rounds of  ‘Rule Brittania’ or various spice girls songs.

 

Emily made this amazing savory French toast casserole.  It had crusty bread, eggs, cheese, spinach, potatoes, seasoning and sausage from her parent’s farm.  So good!

Is she ready to be somebody’s wife or what?

Finally, the main event…

Were you as smitten as we were? Totally worth this lethargic mid-morning state.  Happy Royal wedding everyone!

Shout out to my mom and her silly 4AM teacher watch party, and Bowler’s sophisticated viewing tonight!

Keep Calm Carry On..

If you have a Royal Wedding party six days before the actual ceremony, remember to wave on the red carpet (vinyl table cover) as if it was from your chariot/Pope-mobile/carriage/Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade float. 

Remember also to thank your lovely Aunt Anne for hooking everyone up with such delicious treats.  Even if someone took a bite out of a shortbread jelly cookie and put it back (ahem sister). 

Remember also to tell Aunt Anne that she can seriously rock a Tiara. 

Remember to get your sister a cooler, and perhaps a snow suit, considering she ordered the Royal ice cream cake from Baskin Robbins only to discover the people there didn’t know what the heck she was talking about.  Perhaps they missed the memo from corporate? Instead they made her a cake that said: Will 4 Kate 4 Ever.  She picked that baby up and drove the three hours home with zip lock bags of ice on top of it and the air conditioning blowing full force despite the fact it was barely 50 degrees out.  A for effort Sister, A indeed.
Remember that its the thought that counts, not just the presentation.
 
Remember to wear your crown jewel replicas. (remember when I got that beauty?)

Remember to provide your guests with plenty of party flair.

   
Remember to NOT grab Prince Phillip’s face mask, since no one knows who he is anyway (the queen had a husband? Where have I been?)

Remember that if you’re going to a Royal party, it is appropriate to wear the Queen’s favorite jogging suit, especially if you have photo evidence of her wearing it (not at all photo-shopped).
 
Remember that if you are going to a party and stop by GoodWill just hours before, you can have the best outfit of all time.  Well played Theresa, well played. 

Remember that if you bring evidence of your lineage tracing back to the queen (there are a lot of cousins to keep track of), and Kevin Bacon, you are entitled to the most melty will & kate ice cream cake.  Fact.

Remember to tell your mom how rocking she looks with two boobs.  Also just in general :)
 

Remember to have pretty low expectations for the lifetime movie you watch at the party about Will & Kate, but secretly like it anyway.
    
Mostly I hope to remember these things for round two with Emily at 4AM on Friday.  See you there!

Hoppy Easter

Sugar coma! I hope your day is full of open toe shoes, bear hugs from aunts & uncles, and all the sweets your hypoglycemia can handle.

Bubby

Bret's Birthday Video

Not to be confused with Bubba (Bill Clinton, be still my heart!).  My cousin helped us make an unbelievable birthday video for my brother.  It will rock your socks off.  Promise.

To my life partner

Happy Birthday to my BFF Bowler.  It seems like just yesterday you thought I was the weird girl in plaid capris (trust me, they were cute, she couldn't appreciate them).   

Promises

Seriously, dark chocolate + an inspirational message = automatic mood booster. Wednesday, I think we're going to be friends.

What's a girl to do?

So it's no secret that I like health food. I want to marry it. Run away together and start our life in a vegetable patch. Skip holding hands in fields of green leafy stuff. Totally normal.

But when Norma from shipping says she got a free ginormous humongous gargantuan taco from the smoky dive bar down the street (paraphrasing), you don't just say no. You step up to the styrofoam like a champ.

It was delicious. It was messy. It makes me want to scrub my face (where miscellaneous bits of taco shell and contents were haphazardly falling), with the hand soap in the bathroom.

For dinner? Back on the produce wagon.