Maybe I’m just overly chipper now that Blue Ivy Carter’s future husband, Prince Yay of Cambridge (name temporary), has arrived. But this made me smile:
Yeah, if I had my druthers, the seam on the bodice would hit a bit lower, but I’m not in a quibbling mood today: It’s zig-zaggy and cheerful and bright and fun, AND her shoes aren’t nude, which is almost apocalyptic.
And then this happened:
I am not made of stone, people. Also, today would have been my parents’ 47th wedding anniversary. And I’m sure my mother will read that and get all misty and wish I hadn’t typed it without warning her, but the fact remains that Dads are the best — as are Moms — and so everyone who can should just go hug one, even if it’s not your own.