The “Fuggerday” in the post headers on these days is really just Saturday wordplay, so don’t be alarmed. I’m not fugging The Queen.
In fact, I love that she’s wearing hot pink, and I love her hat, and I wish I were wearing anything half as snazzy on this particular day. Do you think she’d want to trade? Let me go around and open some theaters and be chauffered and get flowers handed to me while I wear a sweet lid, and she can put on my football jersey and scream improper words at my team and then drown herself in a vat of queso? Yeah. She’d be down with that.