A bit ago the stars aligned (well, the stars and our wanderlust and an airline sale and our last spring break all together and a--knock on wood--nice tax return) and we rather spontaneously decided to go on an adventure next week over spring break. Not just any old adventure but the Queen of All Adventures. A royal adventure. I can hardly stand it, I AM SO EXCITED. If I were a cool, been-there-done-that kind of blogger I would wait and tell you once we already landed (oh by the way, we're abroad this week). But (clearly) international woman of mystery I am not.*

London, here we come! I've been waiting 20+ years to share my favorite city with my kids. It gives me happy chills just thinking about it.

Yesterday I was checking into tickets at the Globe Theatre (eep!) and, as I filled out the information form here were the choices for "title":

• Mr
• Mrs
• Miss
• Ms
• Dr
• Sir 
• Lord
• Lady
• Dame
• Prof
• Air Commodore
• Baroness
• Brigadier
• Canon 
• Capt
• Cmdr
• Colonel
• Count
• Countess
• Judge
• Lt
• Madame
• Marquess
• Prince
• Princess
• Rev
• Bishop
• Duke
• Viscount
• Viscountess

All of the above, please? Not in Kansas any more, I guess! I'm no fan of insults and put-downs but perhaps a little Shakespearean insult training (e.g., Thou spleeny rough-hewn dewberry!) wouldn't hurt in the name of cultural understanding and Hamlet prep?

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*I am so lacking in mystery that a quick glance back through the last few posts reveal mentions of: Upstairs Downstairs (British), a quote by Winston Churchill (ditto), a letter to BBC's Blue Peter (yes, again), and a clip of Les Mis (yup).