In love

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.