My sister calls me the Queen of Denial - - I prefer the more zen state of "why dwell??"
This blog is simply a place to keep friends and family abreast of goings on and - - hopefully, it will make a few of them smile.
For those not in the know: "CMR" is short for our "COOL MID-CENTURY REMODEL." You know, just in case you were dwelling...
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
My Doppleganger Elizabeth
George the Elder and I finally got ourselves out on a date over the weekend. We went to see "The King's Speech." If you haven't been yet - - hie thee to a theater before the Oscars on Sunday night. It's a damn fine film. Me? I was prepared for the slog of an historical documentary-esque film. Instead, I can't exactly recall how many times I laughed out loud. Dialog was witty and clever. Colin Firth deserves every bit of that nomination!
Coincidentally, I received an email from a dear friend (VB you know who you are) - - who sent along some photos of the young Queen Elizabeth to me. She reports that she is now convinced the I am related to the Queen. What nonsense? Or is it? Could we be living in a parallel universe? Was I switched a birth from royal heritage? Whisked away to a commoner's life in Greensburg PA to hide my true and deserved lineage?
The Real Queen E
Me on the right - adjusting to life as a commoner?
Ah, wouldn't that be grand? Just thinking about the sheer number of hats and tiny purses I would have in my closet is overwhelming. Corgies galore! Lots of really good tea. And the plaid! Oh the plaid!!!
But wait - - there is one itsy bitsy little chunk of a downside....
Egad! The hair's about the right color already. Will keep this in the "memory vault" for a couple more decades. We'll check back on this later. As in MUCH MUCH later. I'm not looking forward to it. No I most certainly am not.