Remember how last week a Prince got married?

I'm sorry, there was a wedding?

BAHAHAHA—like I would forget!

But, the folks at Time Warner Cable sure as hell did and when my DVR broke TWO WEEKS AGO and I was assured it would arrive on Tuesday night, giving me plenty of time to set it and triple check to make sure it was working, it still had not arrived and guess what, it’s the next Tuesday and the blasted thing still isn’t here. Oh people are going to hate life when I find the time to call and rip them a new one. Trust me.

ANYWAYS. That meant I absolutely had to watch it live (which I was going to do anyway, but, I wanted to record it because oh my god it’s like my favorite movie only REAL. It’s like The Sound Of Music, only with tiaras! I am DYING)

My alarm went off and it was the one singular time in my life I did not hit snooze. Oh no, I sat straight up, turned on the light, and then the TV. Oh, and then got on Twitter, naturally.

Y’all, it was a damn fairytale. Because as some point don’t we all dream of being a princess? And at some point in our lives, didn’t we all want to marry Prince William or Harry? To which I say: HEY HARRY, I COULDN’T WAIT FOREVER AND THAT’S WHY I GOT MARRIED BUT I’M WILLING TO RECONSIDER.

Also: Pippa would be a good runner up to me. Marry her. Don’t go with Chelsey Davy, k? You know you want to.

I mean LOOK AT HER:

Y’all could have just gotten rid of Will and Kate and gotten married there instead and no one would have cared—she’s wearing a white dress and everything. Gah, Harry, use your brain!

(dudes, I secretly hoped that either Pippa would A. Tackle Kate and marry William instead or B. That Harry and Pippa would get married—just to ya know, shake things up.)

Also, you know that Chelsey was all “Imma cut that bitch” when Pippa and Harry walked out of the Abbey together.

Did you guys know I have a big huge coffee table book on Princess Grace? Well, I do. It was given to me by my daddy for Valentine’s Day years ago and I love it. I could spend hours looking through it on a regular basis—who are we kidding, I do.
And when Kate emerged in her gown, my heart did a little jig because it looked just like Princess Grace's. Although, I mean, I kinda sorta wished it was a little more dramatic, I mean, she is marrying the future King of England and all, but, if you're going to go for a specific look--Princess Grace is the way to go.

Well played, Princess Kate/Catherine/Duchess of Cambridge/Whatever We're Calling You Now.
But, it was perfect for her. Also? Thank you Kate for making modest stylish again. THANK GOD.

This dress will also be added to my list of items I must have just to wear around the house while doing housework or watching Friends.
Much like I used to dream of being Princess Grace when I was a little girl, I am certain that my future daughter will dream of being Princess Kate/Catherine/Duchess of Cambridge/Whatever We’re Calling Her Now.

Silly as it was, I couldn’t help but wish my mom had been alive to watch it with me—we watched Diana’s funeral together and I remember her telling me about Charles and Diana’s wedding—but, of course, I texted my sister and told her I now have 5,000 ideas for when my nieces get married—mainly that there will be boys choir and an Abbey involved.

I know there are bigger things going on. I know that our own country has been hit with a lot of devastation, I know that homes are destroyed, lives are lost and things are forever changed. Believe me, I get it—I’ve lived through natural disasters and lost loved ones in them—it's heartbreaking and awful.

But, sometimes, it’s ok to live in a happy little fantasy land for just a little bit. And ya know what? I'm really, really happy for these two.

And then cheer that the wicked witch is dead.

Sorry Britain, we can’t help but one up you.

Also, please expect any wardrobe additions to be solely based on my ability to look like Kate. Well, except for the two dresses I bought yesterday—so, everything after today.

And, of course, now, I really want to go darker with my hair—like a more reddish brown—like fellow redhead Julia Roberts sometimes does.

Damn you, England!

But, seriously, Princess Kate/Catherine/Duchess of Cambridge/Whatever Your Name is Now, call me--we'll do lunch. Or go shopping. Or whatever it is that you do.