My father called me at 7 am this morning.
"You know what your wedding needs? Uniforms. And hats, big hats. And also medals."
He'd been watching the royal wedding, of course.
"We also need swords."
I asked if we were going to run around with the swords playing pirates.
"That is NOT how the royals do it."
Yes, but this is a family who wears napkins on our heads and calls ourselves Pilgrims ...
Ahh yes. "But now, it'll be Royals. We'll have a signal ... 1, 2, 3 ... BIG HATS."
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