SON OF A BITCH. Work is getting in the way of my hobbies, and I won’t have it.

Every damn person on this planet is watching Downton Abbey EXCEPT ME. I’m the asshole who secretly watches AB FAB reruns and shit like this and this, so I’m not OK being on the outs of this year’s breakout British series.

To make up for it, I’ve been walking around here for weeks just tossing a British accent into everyday conversation like it’s completely normal.

I mean it is. Until it isn’t.  

People are starting to think I’m nuts, so I have to offer some crack-ass explanation about my ancestors being Welsh.

These idiots aren’t buying it.

The only reasonable solution is that I take a personal day to catch up on television. 

Sincerely,

Sally B.