I am a slim, trim, stretcher of the truth...

Or a big fat liar. The pictures aren't posted. Obviously. Its been a bit of a process, but tomorrow we are getting up bright and early to tour the Minster (Northern Europe's largest) and we plan to take loads of pictures and then I am devoting myself to an afternoon in the library with the IT tech people.
I am slim and trim though, or well on my way. I just finished a work-out class called Legs Bums and Tums. It was fabulous. I couldn't stop thinking about a BLT the entire time though...
School is finished for the week! How fantastic is that story! My classes are really cool. I have one called the Visible Past where we explore old monasteries and castles (literally) and relate the surroundings to the peoples daily lives. (Pretty much a geography class). We get to tour some pretty amazing buildings for that one.
I am also taking two America Studies classes- Affluence and Anxiety USA from 1920 to 1960; and America's Century. How I got into two american classes, I have no idea. The fascination of the USA kinda makes my blood run cold, but with all the tact I store in my pinky finger, I'll stop myslef there.
So, school is good. 3 papers and no finals. I can't complain.
Jonathan and I are sitting here thinking of what to do with ourselves the rest of the week as he is not working and I have no school. SO we just booked train tickets to Edinburgh, Scotland. A friend of ours from Regina is coming with us as well. Her name is Katherine and she is great.
I have to tell you the story of my dress.
Jonathan and I have done alot of window shopping. This place is so expensive! One night we did our daily browse later in the evening when everything was closed. We walked past this one store and I stopped in dead in my tracks. "Look Jonny, it's so pretty! I have to have it!" He smiles. He smiles so loudly that I hear every word- "Brittany, you seem to need an awful lot to sustain your well-being, but how ephemeral your emergencies- you won't remember that dress in 5 seconds from now." So I respond by squaring my shoulders to his. "Jonathan," (I only call him Jonathan when I am typing or when I am really having a serious moment) "I reallllllllly like that dress." His metaphorical animal ears perch when he hears "Jonathan" and he responds, "Brittany, it's probably a zillion dollars, but if you must have it, then lets come and visit it tomorrow and it can be your back to school outfit." I calm down, then pray to God and Bob Barker that the price is right.
The next day we set off shopping. I don't want to break the bank but I really would like a resonably priced back-to-school outfit. We walk for hours trying to find this store. After about two and a half hours I resign to the fact that I'll never have her, but Mr. Direction Man is not giving up so easily. I have my heart set on a One-Pound sandwhich Man, (who, by the way, is most definately the man that inspired the Sinfeild episode about the Soup Nazis) but Jonathan keeps us searching. After another half hour he gives up to. SO we are on our way to the Sandwhich man when my heart stops. "JONNY LOOK" And there she was, on a maniquinne that looked just like me. We enter the store and I bashfully hide my face from the store people in the boutique. This is the high end kind of store where my yesterday's masquara and Birkenstocks don't attract much help. An insult and a relief. We start looking and don't see the dress, but we see many other dresses with price tags around 240 pounds ( like 500$). I get more and more discouraged. We walk upstairs and there she is! I slowly reach for the dress, Jonathans hand reassuringly placed on the small of my back. Everything is moving slow-mo. I turn the tag around with a shaky hand. . . £25! twenty-five pounds!
I try it on and love it! I buy it. I would buy the same one twice if I could! Jonathan and i giggle in disbelief as we leave the store. I was so happy that the grumpy sandwhich-man was my favorite man alive in that hour.

Thanks Bob.