My BFFs

What do Jenna Fischer, Meg Cabot and Jane Austen all have in common? Well, to quote the crazy sister, Honey, from Notting Hill, "I genuinely believe and have believed for some time now that we can be best friends."
Needless to say, if I ever met any of these ladies I'd be a mess of quivering goo. Thank heavens for me and my sanity, actually running into these girls is next to impossible. Two of them are extremely busy with their careers and lives of their own, and live on the coasts, thousands of miles away. But mostly because one of them is unfortunately dead. Yes, I'm sad to report that I'll never get a chance (in this lifetime!) to run into Jane Austen at the supermarket or Blockbuster. Even if I was in England. Because, you see, Jane had the unfortunate occurance of being born two hundred years before me.


Yes, ladies (and maybe a gentleman or two) Jane was born last month two hundred and thirty two years ago. She was born in the small town of Steventon where she went on to pen six novels including my favorite, Pride & Prejudice.

Now, what do you think I would have in common with someone who had the unfortunate occurance of dying before my great-great-great-grandmother was even born? Well, in my mind, quite alot. Mostly, (and most importantly) we both have a love for romantic stories with leading men who love their flawed women and always end happily. So, during these uber-fab weeks of enjoying Masterpiece's Complete Jane Austen I say, "Thank you, thank you Jane for all the countless, wonderful hours of joy you've brought to me through your stories!"