Apparently Queenie-poo will never forgive me for “the macaroni salad incident” that happened when I met the Queen Mum in 2004. It was a joke, but let’s face it– The Royals have never been known for their senses of humor (or “humour” as they say across the pond).
I suppose I should be happy I don’t have to spring for pricey airfare or ask for a cot in Buckingham Palace. I do feel like I got stuck with a great wedding gift I bought for the happy couple. Now I’m either going to have to use it myself, or re-gift it to another marrying couple.
It’s unbelievable how unforgiving some people can be.
6 responses to “Royal Snubbing”
I want to hear more about the macaroni salad incident!!! Sorry you weren’t invited; it was quite the scene! I looked all over for you.
Ellen, I would love nothing more than to detail “the macaroni salad incident” but cannot due to the stiff court restrictions and gag orders placed on me.
Suffice to say, seniors sometimes have nervous reactions to flung foodstuffs, even in jest.
So, you were invited?! Color me envious!
Don’t worry that you weren’t invited. Even America’s royalty, Donald Trump and his merry court of jesters, didn’t get invitations. Having been insulted by the Queen, he’s going to fire her early in the next iteration of his show, which will be called “Royal Apprentice.”
She’ll be sorry once he’s president and he nukes jolly ol’ England.
Listen, my neighborhood is having a yard sale this weekend. If you bring that fancy gift of yours over maybe we can turn it into cash. Otherwise, save it in your attic. Someday, a hundred years from now, your great grand children can take it to Antiques Road Show and claim it has a royal legacy.
As they say in the jolly ol’ country, “Brilliant!”
Thanks, Bill, first fondue’s on me.