...or at least I shall go. Although I promise to have some scones and clotted cream on your behalf.
I'm leaving tomorrow to spend this blessed Easter weekend in England. Upon suggestion from my sister in law Kristin, I've been practicing my practical British speech...stuff like, "All right, Guv'nor?" and "I'll give you a bell, then," and "Don't get your knickers in a wad."
I'm also imagining that if Loren is reading this right now, he is begging people to cough on him so he can develop a rapid case of the flu and avoid the categorical embarrassment of being seen in his favorite city with moi. Hmmmn. Too bad for him, I say.
So I am off! (Except I may post tomorrow before I leave.) Either way, try not to miss me too much.
To Cade, the Week of Your 17th Birthday
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