Put on Your Stretchy Pants!

Or maybe not.

Herself is still here. She has not gotten lost on an airport moving sidewalk :) Although, she could ride those People Movers at Dulles for hours! (They are these Dr. Suess vehicles which roll around like busses, but they also have hydraulics to move up and down to attach to the buildings. Inside the seats are along the walls facing inwards -- it is just all very bizarre and 1980s.)

However, she is slightly tired after a manic 5 weeks. And she has tried to catch up with laundry and the fish and the new snails (Ern and Bunyan) and solving milk crises and re-acquainting herself with Norwich. And attempting to prevent any mandatory buying of 'stretchy pants' despite eating her way across a great swathe of the US (with its fabulous to-go boxes, to-go cups and corpulent portions).

Just for those not from the Ark-la-Port, 'Put on Your Stretchy Pants!' comes from an advertising campaign on the neon Casino Tragic sign in Bossier City (East Bank). This alluring reference is to the $9.99 all-you-can-eat buffet. Conjures up charming image of classiness, eh? Stuff it all in!

In the past weeks, these places have been visited (and many fascinating blogs and notes of cultural humour have been quelled and lost forever. this is sad for me.):
Tarrytown, NY
NYC
Long Island (who knew it is so dang LONG?)
Connecticut (who watches TV while pumping gas/petrol?!)
Ark-La-Port (v. sorry to people I didn't get to see, but my Daddy's birthday comes first)
Baton Rouge, LA
New Orleans, LA
Houston, TX
Atlanta, GA (this counts when your 1:30hr layover turns into 5 due to sitting on the runway for 3hrs -- which wouldn't have happened if she hadn't missed her flights from Shreveport, but we won't go into that)
Virginia (who knew there were so many Civil War signs?)
DC (who knew people play chess in a park?)

There were many funny signs along the way, and sadly they did not all get photographed (esp. sad the lack of Put on Your Stretchy Pants!).

What is a chickenologist? Why do they need vans?

What is the logic of a fine in the amount of $219...?

And now, as John Grisham does in every book, I must dash to do some necessary tasks before the end of the day, and so this blog must end. All character issues are resolved and they live happily until the next time I need some money (or some reader adoration).

As well, if Judith can get into her email, then I have another blog to do today... ahem.