The wedding of the century did not go unnoticed here in Le Petit Village. Well, it didn’t go unnoticed at Chez Moi anyway. I’m not sure if the rest of the village cared much. But it’s OK, Fifty and I made up for their lack of excitement in style… B E H O L D… my very own Prince Charming…
{I hate my mom}
And I put on my English garden finest…
{I’m a laaaaaady}
Sorry for the self-portrait. Fifty’s lack of thumbs makes him a horrible photographer (although we are trying). But do you notice I’m curtsying? Or, better yet, do you notice I’m trying to curtsy? (Not easy curtsying and self-portraiting at the same time… I’m sure Kate never had this problem). I thought it was appropriate since I had a Prince in the house. But now Prince Fifty expects me to curtsy whenever he walks into the room and I really don’t have that kind of time.
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It's Me, Sara Louise 
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