With a venti double in one hand and a home baked scone in the other, I’m taking my family of five circus show on the road from suburban Maryland to one of the most English-y parts of England. Everyone there will be just like in the musical Camelot, right?
PS: I’ve discovered that some readers think I am actually in a circus. While my children can seem like elephants, and I often feel like a lion tamer, we’re really just a normal(ish) family of non-circus-performers.
PPS: I don’t put photos of my kids on this blog. It’s a privacy thing. You should be relieved, really, because if I didn’t have this policy this would be wall-to-wall of my adorable non-circus-performer children, who are the brightest, cutest, most photogenic, most awesomely awesome kids ever.
PPPS: I guess I should have a photo of myself on here. Sigh. Here’s me when I totally met the Queen. She told me she reads this blog.*