Much Ado About Nothing Much

Am I the only person in the entire world that isn't totally gaga about THE ROYAL WEDDING?  The only person who doesn't give a rat's ass?  The only person who's so fed up with seeing their pictures on the front page of every newspaper and cover of every magazine he's ready to puke?

I doubt it.

It must be a woman thing, something guys simply can't understand.  Guys understand virtually nothing about women anyway.  Oh sure, we act like we do.  What choice do we have?  We pretend we know what's going on in those devious female minds.  But honestly?  We're clueless.  And they bloody well know it, too.

Today's THE DAY, I guess.  The only reason I suspect it's THE DAY is because Trish turned on the TV while I was eating breakfast - something that never happens.  While chomping on my toasted cinnamon raisin bread, I hear this British swish announcer gushing his little heart out about THE ROYAL COUPLE and HER parents and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH.

I quickly snarfed up the rest of my toast, gulped down my milk and beat feet to the garage.  Barely made it.  Was mere seconds away from revisiting my toast after I spewed it up on the kitchen floor.

WHEW!