Alone on my empty country roads I've always had a hankering to get back to my English roots. [Translation: I've always wanted to drive on the wrong side of the road, just to see what it feels like, or, maybe deep down, to feel 1/100th of a part British.] Who doesn't secretly wish to wake up one morning with a little british accent blessing their lips (even for one day, c'mon)? Who wouldn't want to say, "Mind the gap now, luv?"
Well, for all of one mile, on a straight road with not another car in sight, I shimmied my way to the left. What a thrill! You may be thinking to yourself, Geez, she needs to get out more! AND . . . you would be right. But still, a thrill nonetheless.
Another random treasure: watching Brigham from the corner of my eye choosing his cereal using the tried-and-true method: enee-menee-minee-mo. Seriously, so funny. I say, whatever works, buddy. After I took his picture he looked at me coyly, saying, "What?" As if it wasn't completely adorable.
And how can we get through the day without a Lincoln-ism? He, of course, didn't want any of the cereal choices on the counter. Never a conformist, he climbed INTO the cereal cupboard, retrieving the Rice Chex. Just so you know, the Rice Chex were ALREADY out, but in a plastic container. But, no, nothing common for Lincoln. Always different, always better somehow. It's pride and one day he will fall . . . onto the kitchen floor and hurt himself.