Prince Harry... you will be mine.

When I was younger, I was a total gold digger. In my mind, I would marry rich. And that would be the end of that. I'm not sure why I wanted to marry rich. I think I just knew that I was the third daughter, so I would be the third wedding that my parents would have to pay for. Yes, I had money worries at the age of 9. I wish I was kidding.

Shmanyway, my dad was always quite encouraging of my grand plans. We had a few conversations that went something like:

Me: "I think I'll marry rich. Like a Rockefeller. Or Prince Harry."
Dad: "That sounds like a perfect idea. And if that doesn't work out... you should probably just elope."

He was kidding. I was NOT. At least, not about Harry.

Ah, Harry. I can call you Harry, right? Good.

Well I'm proud to announce: I will be one step closer to making him my prisoner/husband because I LEAVE FOR LONDON TOMORROW!! I assume that once we're in the same country it will only be a matter of time...