I’ve been feeling less well than usual the last few weeks so I’ve spent a lot of time sleeping with the news on. That’s just generally not healthy. Today I felt it necessary to clean the bathrooms and sweep, just in case [tag]Queen Elizabeth II[/tag] stops by while she’s in the DC area.
She could be anywhere at anytime and we must be ready. At least that’s what I’ve learned from sleeping to the news.
So clean your house and for God’s sake, don’t curtsey. It seems like you can’t go more than twenty minutes between breathless and hysterical “newsbriefs” about how it’s improper for Americans to curtsey to British royalty.
Has there been an epidemic of curtseying? Did people suddenly up and get [tag]manners[/tag] again while I was sleeping? Why are we so concerned that someone is going to up and curtsey to the Queen? Don’t most people quit curtseying at the age of 17, if they ever even learned in the first place?
I’d better go tidy up the hall closet, in case Her Majesty would like to view our linens. Better safe than sorry…
Hope you’re feeling better soon. You need to get a rubber chicken and join my new insanity. :)
You could hug her and offer to have her for a soul food dinner, which I understand is what happened the last time she came to D.C. One of only four times in history that she’s been hugged, apparently. (Okay, one of only four times the Protocol of Not Touching Her Majesty was broken, but whatever). If we are meant not to curtsey (which seems like an American trying to think of what those stiff upper lip Brits would do if they stumbled on the Queen sort of thing to do) nor to hug her (which I think of as an American thing to do…. though the mother of my erstwhile rather serious Liverpudlian significant other hugged me the first time I met her…), what, exactly, are we meant to do, you know, other than show her the linens?
Feel better ;)
the last time i curtsied was at 17. 1778.