I woke up this morning with the goal of having Downton Abbey hair: I folded curls up into themselves, and pinned them loosely until I had something that resembled an updo belonging Lady Mary. Apparently I was successful, because when I went through the drive-thru at Chik-fil-a this morning at 7:00 am, the girl opened the window and said, "$3.71. Oh my gosh, you have Downton Abbey hair!" I was excited.