I have no clever title...

• I'm just amazed it's been ten years since Princess Diana's death.

• I was always fond of her. My one (and so far, only) trip to Europe happened just before the royal wedding -- I mean, we left London for home just a few days before the big event -- so you couldn't walk ten feet in any direction without seeing those engagement pictures plastered everywhere, and on everything imaginable. Towels, mugs, plates, salt and pepper shakers... you name it.

• Of course, I had to buy some cheesy souvenir of my own, and I still have this mug, though I'm sure no beverage has been in it since the early 80's.

• And yeah, I stayed up all night to watch the wedding, though I remember being really peeved that I fell asleep before they left the church, so I missed that grand moment. I felt like I was witnessing history, but also something that touched me personally, since I got to witness some of the pre-wedding hoopla.

• So it was sad to learn later what a fiasco it all was, and her untimely death was a huge shock. I think I stayed up most of that night, watching all the cable news coverage. She was only a few years older than I, and it seemed like she might finally have been on her way to finding some happiness in her life.

So why do we grow up thinking that being a princess would be so cool?