In an effort to avoid doing my statistics textbook proofreading, which by the way I have already spent more than FIFTY HOURS on already, I finally fixed the webcam:
Except the part where I haven't figured out how to make the pictures not Lilliputian.
Anyway, two years of old web photos came rushing at me in email, and this one makes me want to kill myself:
Oh, my Hen. With his orange superior glare. This was probably that period from October to May when he refused to grow from catten size, remember?
At any rate, I was really coming over here to tell you that after the wedding tomorrow I will come back from Peg's to give my very-important opinion on everything royal. I am wearing my pajamas, my wedding veil, my QVC sapphire, and my stunning 5 a.m. personality over to Peg's.
My friend Dot asked, "Is Peg making brunch?" but I pointed out to her that you really can't call it "brunch" at 5 a.m. Even the Amish do not brunch at 5:00.
Okay, two posts in one day. I am annoying.
TEAM KATE MIDDLETON!
