I love alot of things in my life: hubby,
kiddos,
the gospel.
I know that I'm totally blessed and I wouldn't change anything in my life.
Except.
Why aren't I British?
My family patiently and supportively and maybe a little enablingly puts up with my obsession. They will go for huge lengths of time speaking in British accents with me. (Read: in the car on the way to Home Depot.) They let me watch all the DVR'd PBS Jane Austen movies I want while I'm sick. And they always point out anything that comes from the UK.
I'm not British. I don't say "Oy!" or "Cheers!" I say "Y'all" and "Fixin' to". I didn't ever wear a uniform in school. I don't know how to play Rugby or Cricket. But , I can change all that! (Well, not the uniform to school thing, cause there's no way I'm repeating junior high! I mean, secondary school.)
I have an evil plan. I wonderful, fantabulous evil plan. I will live in England for a summer! Muahahahahaha! I will rent a cottage in the woods.
And we'll walk to the village to get food. And we'll tootle the countryside in a Mini-Coop.
I will basically be these two movies put together!
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Happy Katrina!
I've always been really good at math.
There is a drawback. No hubby. He will be home in Texas earning the money that I'll be spending. But, he'll cross the pond and we'll go on a grand tour to the Continent.
Also, this will not be happening anytime soon. I totalled up some figures and was shocked at the sum.
But, it's a dream. I am like Susan Boyle.
I've dreamed a dream my life could be so different. Or, at least, my summer.