Remember the tax return and me trying to get a passport? Despite the best (read: worst) efforts of the people at Sam's Club's photo department, I did get it. See how pretty?
|Picture inside? Not so pretty.|
And then, miracle of miracles, the stars (and the ticket prices, and the childcare options) aligned enough for us to use them.
I'm going to LONDON!!!
Like, the REAL one, not one of the fake ones in Ohio or Texas. The actual actual London. With the Queen and English chocolate and cheeses and Benedict Cumberbatch.)
GH and I leave in September, the day after my 35th birthday. (Also, 35? Seriously? How did that even happen??? Well, there's no better place to celebrate turning the age of Olde than in London, I'm sure.) My mother, who shall be counted among the angels, is coming down to Utah in September to visit the forthcoming heir of Coolboy and his wife. I caught her in a weak moment and she agreed to extend her trip and stay at my house to watch Loki and the Dark Lord for a week.
She is the best, all glory be upon her.
This trip is basically all I eat, sleep, and breathe at the moment. I've created the Google Doc Budget Spreadsheet and the Google Doc England Itinerary. I spent days looking at apartments on Roomorama. My Pinterest boards are going crazy with walking tours and yarn stores and food markets, oh my!
GH, who is (understatement) a Beatles fan, is the reason we are spending a couple days in Liverpool.
It's been fun researching a city I don't know and figuring out all the fun things to do there. Including, of course, a guided Beatles tour.
Also? The thought of a 10-hour transatlantic flight without children seems like the very height of decadent living to me. I will be able to read! Or knit! Or knit while---sorry, whilst reading! I can eat foods while they are still warm! I can take naps! Nobody will talk to me or ask me things! I will (let's hope) not get other people's pee or poop or vomit or milk on my clothes! And just to add to the awesome, I booked with British Airways, like I'm Kate Winslet or someone.
I am so, so, so excited.
|Aw yeah. Pretty much the same thing as a day spa.|