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Friday, March 12, 2010

Colin Firth, Where Are You?

I'm packing for my "In Search of Mr. Darcy" trip.
Yes, it's only a two-day trip, but I must be prepared for any weather and any off-chance that I may run into Colin Firth. Yes, it's not for another couple of weeks, but I need to be prepared.

We'll be touring Jane's home-- and this time I will not have to plead my way in as they are closing, so I will have time to savor the tour.

Part of my itinerary says this:

"A visit to the Jane Austen experience in Bath" "Guide walk around Jane Austen's Bath. A setting for many of her novels".

I have the information stuck to the front of the fridge -- which means Colin Firth is watching me every time I sneak into the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream. He has that look like he's judging me for doing it, but it doesn't stop me. I can still picture him very clearly emerging from his dip in the lake and this judgemental look means nothing...
It also means my family is reminded every day that I am going somewhere all by myself soon.

Tonight at dinner after Miss Ky made a big production about wanting milk to drink as well as not liking the food on her plate and the three boys were scolded for the umpteenth time (for what I can't remember), I was at the limit of my witching hour (Dad's working nights again).

It was at THAT moment, the moment they all could end up duct taped to the front door until their dad came home that the silly 11 year-old mentioned my upcoming trip.

"Where you'll be able to walk around Jane Austen's amazing bath", he flourished with pomposity and flair.

For a few short seconds I stared at him in disbelief.
I couldn't help it. I tried.
I covered my face with my hands, but the laughter rolled out over my fingertips and was soon followed by the tears when I couldn't stop laughing. I realized that my kid has seriously been thinking I was going to get a grand tour of some dead person's bathroom.

It really makes me appreciate the fact that he asked if he could go with me when the trip was first booked. He must really like me to want to go tour people's toilets for a weekend.

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