With all the royal wedding coverage out there, a lot of us girls have been spending this week imagining our own Princess Diaries moment.
Now, I don't know about you guys, but mine goes a little something... like this...
Next, we sink straight into the Fire Swamp.
Next we play BioShock together until 2AM.
Later, afterdressing up as Venkman and Staypuft for Halloween (I'm Venkman, of course), and confessing our undying love for one another, there's a painfully romantic proposal:
"Jen," my dashing prince would say, "Will you be my own Princess Peach?"
To which I would respond, "Are you kidding? Do Vulcans need the Pon Farr?
"(But we are going to Disney for the honeymoon, right?)"
And, BAM! I'm a princess! Next thing you know, I'm living in a castle...
...and...and...wait. You know what? Other than the castle and crown stuff, I've already got my fairy tale ending, complete with BioShock playing, Princess Bride quoting, brownie baking prince. (Love you, Sweetie.)
So I guess I'll just end here by wishing all of you: