Well...I had to travel east to our Nation's Capitol, Washington, D.C.!!! Thank You Founding Fathers for the Freedoms I do enjoy! I went to numerous museums where I touched things at my heart's desire! I touched real moon rock and a chunk of Mars, a space suit, and marble statues up the wahzoo. I thoroughly relished the experience.
Inside the Museum of Natural History I thought I had died and gone to heaven when I saw the sign:
I even tried on the Hope Diamond. Everyone said it matched my eyes (blue) and that I should wear it home. Instead I only wore it to a hoity-toity dinner at Palette one night. The thing is heavy, so I returned it in the morning. (Yeah, for reals.)
More on my trip to D.C. to come, if you are lucky.
3 comments:
why do you have to keep touching things?
My mom didn't hold me enough as a child.
(Just kidding Mom.)
Um, sick. Yeah, I love the fair and all but who would lick the windows there? Obviously enought people did to warrant a sign, but....really?
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