Oh Sod Off

This has been an unusually stressful and crappy week on most fronts, and all I want to do is drink a big glass of wine and sleep for three days.  Instead, there is still a baseball game, a school festival, and basement issues to tackle.

I know it's Whoreticulture Friday, I do.



But I just got this:

And this:

And yes, I have issues.

Literally!

I will never resist a bad pun.  Never.

I am a total Anglophile.  I love all things British.  Hugh Grant, Colin Firth, Tony Blair, Jane Austen, Winston Churchill, the entire Royal Family, the BBC, Pride & Prejudice, tea & crumpets, mini Coopers, the Union Jack, Benny Hill, Monty Python, Lily Allen, Coldplay, Gwyneth Paltrow....I even think those smashing red coats during the American Revolution were smart.  Too bad their king at the time was such a short-sighted asshole.  One of my ancestors on my mother's side was a participant in the Boston Tea Party, and I can't blame him.  But.

My greatest regret from college is not taking a semester in London my senior year.  But then I probably would have married some bad-toothed pint-chugging wannabe soccer player who is sexually repressed.  So it worked out the way is was supposed to.  (However, to my male Brit friend?  You are a keeper!)

So tonight, I'm going to get my tabloid on and do a little British indulgence manuevers.  Have a great weekend, and God Save the Queen!