Yesterday, I was standing in the grocery line at Wal-Mart, striving to appear as if I was not reading the tabloid covers, but come on, I was at Wal-Mart? Just call me oxy-moron. Anyway, I see that poor Kate Middleton has hit a bit of a rough patch and that got me to thinking: Do I really have the chops to represent the USA as her Queen? Let’s weigh the pros and cons, shall we?
There have been kidnapping threats.
Demands to give Wills a baby.
Extreme weight loss.
Now, lets examine the cons…
That does it. I’m in.
My greatest fear—or—given our current culture of crude ‘reality”—asset, would be hoof-in-mouth disease or even worse…being thought too common. For example, I recall the horrifying moment when Lady Di was presented with something made of china as a gift and she had the audacity, gasp!! to turn it over and look for the label. Tres gauche! I just wanted to curl up and Di.
I don’t know my Waterford from a hole in the ground, so Di was light years more savvy than me and she still had people fainting over her horrendous faux pas. I can only imagine what the good people will say when I serve baloney boats and Coke at my coronation. And my youngest daughter can belch like a long-shoreman, so…guess I’m gonna have to speak to her about that before my big day.
Joyce, I agree about the Facebook thing, so that’s my number 2 item for change. Keep ‘em coming, people. What good is having a queen, if she can’t make life a little easier for us all?