The British are Coming!

Sometimes, I wish I was British. Michaela tells me I'd blend in very well in London. She says I have a similar disposition.

Aroea once told me she saw me ending up with a British guy who likes to read; Sara Freppert also once predicted that I'd be with a guy with an accent.

I need to go visit Michaela.

She sounds British, without the accent. We had dessert at Applebee's tonight, and as always it was good to catch up. She'd refer to things as "sweet" and used the word "lovely" a lot. And instead of saying, "Oh, bless him", she'd just say "Bless." Like: "Oh, that mother of mine. Bless..." It was cute. And she referred to my cell phone as my mobile.

I love it when she "pops" into town (not that one can easily pop from London to Omaha), because it's always unexpected. And on Tuesdays, sometimes the unexpected can make the week pop a little, even if that means staying up way past my bed time!