Royally Amazing!

So, we met Will and Kate today.  No.  Really.  We met Will and Kate.  The famous ones.  The royal ones.

 I still really can't believe it. 

And, I can't believe how much of a royal bandwaggoner I've become.  Just a couple of days ago, I was lamenting to my husband how incredibly unfair it was that 2 people like that have it totally made in the shade, while I have sudsy dishwater dripping off of my elbows. 

You see, they are visiting our city (the one we just moved to 3 weeks ago - good timing, huh?!).  My hubby is on security detail for their royal highnesses.  Long days, a lot of heat and mosquitoes made him a little cranky about it.  We talked about how, for no reason other than bloodline and some sexy lingerie* did these two folks fall into "one of the richest and most famous and most beautiful therefore most happy" people in the world.

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No envy here.  None.  Just dishpan hands.

Anyway, we both were thinking that it really wasn't that big of a deal that they were here, and I didn't have even an inkling to go see them (I'm not a crowd person, especially with 2 crabby kids).

Hubby happens to text this morning, saying that they are checking out of the hotel (I'm pretty sure this may or may not have been privileged information) and to get our butts down there in a very short amount of time.  I begin to daydream about Kate complimenting me on my pj bottoms, but flinching at the hole in my t shirt....

We end up getting the heck down there (I'm pretty sure if I'd been given more time to think about it, we wouldn't have gone - I was on autopilot) and wait.  There I stand with 2 kids - one looking pretty good, like the little princess she is (except she put her WINTER princess boots on with her dress - awesome), and the other kid with bedhead (this was the only day he's slept in for a year), a football shirt and a rip in the knee of his jeans (I swear I didn't know about the rip - I think it happened when he fell trying to pick dandelions on the way to see their royalnesses - don't ask about the stupid weeds...).

And, the kids start to get antsy.  As I look around at the other 5 or 6 kids, I realize it may have been a good idea to bring flowers, or wash my kids' faces or even run a comb through.  Ah well, we'll never see them again, and maybe if we look that bad, they'll consider making a donation towards our cause.  Or not.

Anyway, they finally come out and, well, wow.  What a stunning couple.  And, she's gorgeous (although my husband says I'm hotter - atta boy).  And the kids met them.  After shaking William's hand, my son proceeded to shake the hands of the security guys, prompting William, with a laugh, to say he was "curious".  (what does that mean in British speak?)  My daughter was taken with Kate and could only squeak out a "hi".

The first picture is my son shaking William's hand, and the second picture is my daughter (in the middle with the pink and green dress) staring in awe at Kate.  The pair was very gracious and took time to talk to the kids, I was impressed!

So, now I guess I am a fan.  Not a die hard, royal following fan, just a person who has a new found respect for the future King and Queen of England.

Pretty cool day.