I’m a grown woman.
I hold a postgraduate degree.
I’m married.
I have a career.
I pay rent and utilities.
I even have my very own medical specialists.
Yet this still made me want to jump up and down and clap my hands.
Which obviously just proves that I’m a grown woman with a sense of whimsy and exquisite taste.
I so want to go.
me too! me too! (grown, post-grad, semi-career, not married, but REALLY want to go to the tiara auction, and maybe eat the cookie one while watching The Princess Bride)