Look at the expression on the Queen’s face.
This photo of the Royal Family in ugly Christmas sweaters is everything https://t.co/lmySgjqcev pic.twitter.com/MU6iv5Lz5t
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That expression means one of two things: either this was Elizabeth’s idea, in which case she’s cruising on the double private reserve Scotch that she tossed back in order to keep from laughing at the rest of them (although she gives points to the granddaughter for making the future King wear the Sweater of You Are NOT Your Father or Uncle: Get Used To It). Or it was not Elizabeth’s idea, in which case someone is going to die and his head brought to the Queen.
No, she actually does have people for that.
It’s the wax figures at Madam Tussauds. But with the family’s permission.
Damn. I was pretty invested in my reason for that dual-use sweater thing, too.
Dang. I was sure it was option A, you know they have to have some really smooth Scotch ageing down in the cellars at Windsor.
But B would have been amusing too. Anyway, she’s a grand old lady, Elizabetha Secundus, Britannia Regina.
Jeez louise. Chuck’s oldest son is exactly 25 years younger than me, and he’s got less hair than I do. It’s those good Northern Irish genes, I suppose….
It is with great pride that I live in a country that has no royalty.
BUT
If my native land did have a royal family, I would demand that they always dress, well, royally.