Well, it’s back to reality in the UK. Folks here emerged this week from their two-week-long party haze and had to go back to work, even the Duchess of Cambridge, apparently, who attempted to prove that she was still an ordinary person by going out for groceries. I don’t know about you, but I bet she puts that tiara back on the minute she gets in the door and prances around the house. That’s what I would be doing if I were her, anyway.
Of course, the whole thing looked pretty stupid when it turned out that while everyone in London was either drunk or badly dressed or both, President Obama was wiping out Osama Bin Laden. Thank God he and Michelle weren’t invited, because it would have been really humiliating for him to have had him taken out while he was attending the Royal Wedding. Sheesh!
Anywho, our poor Prime Minister, who had to deal with his wife’s whole hat ordeal with a monumental hangover, was then woken up in the middle of the night to be told the news. Totally understandable in the circumstances that he panicked and sent off a container-load of these as a sort of thank-you present to SEAL Team 6. At least they were half-price…
Southern Dysfunction 
I can’t think of a better “thank you” for a job well done than a wedding gnome.
And I figure that they would raise the tone of the yard art around Fort Campbell, too.