This morning while I was live tweeting the royal wedding, I saw a flurry of tweets about William's red uniform. I'm the first girl on the man in uniform train - heck, I'm the conductor. Talk about making me weak in the knees. Talk about making my heart go pitter patter. Talk about making me coco for coco puffs.
I also have this weird notion that I somehow earned the right to brag about Mr. Palindrome's smokin' hotness in that uniform. Something about the deployments, the sea time, the long distance, the no comms - call me cray cray. So when I saw the drooling tweets about the handsome red uniform, I tweeted:
3 hours ago