Shall we check in with Middleton The Younger? Parenthetically, we’re observed this about Pips before, but how WEIRD it must be for her that, just because her sister married some famous dude and her ass looked great at the aforementioned wedding, some rando is waiting in the bushes to take a picture of her walking to buy, like, tampons. Is this going to happen to my little sister when I marry Prince Harry in a totally scandalous Vegas elopement, or will the British tabloids be too busy having collective aneurysms over his 36-hour marriage to a loudmouth cranky American blogger that ends in a knock-down, drag-out fight over my staunch refusal to wear pantyhose no matter what his grandma says, and his horrified discovery of my legal age (One Billion)? We should find out in approximately three weeks. Until then…
