…that’s what I have turned into!
I have no idea what happened.
I was completely normal last Wednesday.
Then I caught a fever I couldn’t suppress or control. I fell asleep with butterflies in my stomach on Thursday night and woke up at 5am on Friday.
And it hasn’t gone away since.
We had a tea party at work on Friday complete with scones and jam and crustless cucumber sandwiches. As soon as I got home, I picked up where I left off that morning. I have watched it all. The Lifetime movie. We, TLC, E!, the BBC. I have watched every documentary, every recap, every True Hollywood Story, every countdown, every Biography related to William, Kate, Harry, Charles, Diana, Fergie, Queen Elizabeth, Queen Elizabeth’s butler, Kate’s hair dresser, and her neighbor’s bank teller's cousin. Every Dateline, every 20/20. The pre-wedding coverage. The post-wedding recaps. The Today show, Good Morning America. On Demand is a treasure trove of royal wedding footage.
And I’m happy to report, our DVR has not yet caught on fire. But I think my husband is ready to kill me and I think something might be seriously wrong with me.