High-five, ita! The week is almost over, except for you, apparently.....

Old Black ladies in church on Easter Sunday would look at these hats and think, "Those white ladies are wearing some crazy hats!"

This is pretty much exactly what I thought. With admiration.

High-five!

I have an amazing headache and I am supposed to attend a surprise birthday dinner tonight. Good GOD, I don't want to. I really need to find something to wear, shower and convince myself to go.

Actually I am going to take a Sudafed, more Advil and take a hot shower. If I don't feel at least a little better, I am canceling. That'll ease it a little if it is either sinus or tension. If this is a migraine, just no. It hurts bad enough that I cannot even tell why. It just hurts.

Man, I cried my way home from work. I'm so glad to be done, you don't even know. Meds, please kick in a little.

My boss and his boss also complimented my shoes. They're cowboy boots, so I guess guys can do that and not break rules? Because we need rules. Clear, gender-defined rules.

Hot shower with my eyes closed and I felt a little better. Out now (and with my glasses on) and I feel so amazingly queasy and the pain is just ramping straight back up. I'm a bad friend but I just can't.

I'm so glad to be done, you don't even know.

I can guess right about now. Unfortunately.

I am going to stop at the gym on the way home and do some bouldering, and then it's an evening of tv: FNL and Fringe, woot. And maybe some writing.

The steroid munchies led me straight to a big cheeseburger (which feels less big since I can't eat the bun) and a red velvet cupcake from the GF bakery across the river. And now I'm watching the CBS special on the wedding. (Tim is out helping a buddy run some wiring, or some electrical something. So I'm living on the edge while he's gone. Oh, yeah.)

Watching the Wedding coverage now: I have to say that Beatrice's dress does look like a pinky beige on my tv.

Now I'm loving Pippa (Disco Balls or Death!) and Queen Margrethe (My coats are awesome *and* I drew Gandalf's beard).

For Certain Buffistas:

It fits her like a glove. Love the neckline and the little sleeves. Sleeves, ladies! Today's wedding was all about sleeves! We didn't know this until we started writing about them, but apparently the brides of today are all crying for sleeves in the face of the constant onslaught of strapless wedding gowns thrown at them by the bridal industry. If there's one thing the Middleton gals might manage to pull off in terms of influence, it's that we'll likely be seeing way more sleeve options in next year's bridal collections.

Sleeves!

Bev, happy to oblige with the lacery. I saw those paragraphs and knew it was my sworn duty to relay them to you.

I love that there is a Royal School of Needlework.