Now, for road trip.

Or an account of it.

I’m going to spread this out over a few days, since if I put it all here, the post would be enormous and contain a bajilliontey photos (yes, I’m aware that bajilliontey is not a real word, but I challenge you to come up with a more appropriate, and yet just as awesome, term). So today is the start of the road trip, and then later on we can move to things that actually took place. Hooray. But today, intro.

{I started this yesterday and then got uber-busy, and didn’t get to finish it. Sorry for the delay.}

Before the trip even started, we had a work dinner to say goodbye to the wonderful Paula, who is moving to Brighton. She is very missed, and was one of the reasons I took the job here (not the only reason – I am staying, but I will miss her). We took photos of us taking photos.

Very silly. The table was divided between red wine and white wine, with half on one side and half on the other, and a lone red at the end of the white side (traitor, or possibly a spy). Tod was in the middle with one of each. Sporting of him, I think.

Then bright and early the next morning, we were out on the road. Jennie looked sleepy already, or perhaps this is her reaction to the “XXX Superstore” (perfect for couples!) signs along I-85. I forget which.

Yep. I’m thinking road signs. There were many interesting ones.

Giant, actually triangular (the backside is all flat, and therefore not a square).

I like this one. Mr. Waffle, with a little Mr. Petro sign underneath. I was so tempted by Mr. Waffle. Do you think he and Mr. Petro are business associates?

Giant gorilla = super truck. Right?

The giant peach, out of focus. You can see its little “nipple” thingy at the bottom. We still haven’t figured out what the nipple is for.

We hit some spectacular rain in North Carolina. This photo unfortunately doesn’t do the scene justice. Against the dark rain clouds, the green trees were nearly emerald. They looked like they were glowing. Mind meld, anyone? That’s the only way I can really show you.

Proof that the yarn bowl does indeed work well on car trips. It kept the yarn from getting tangled and bouncing off my lap. Thank you, KnitWitch!

And finally:

This is kind of out of order, but Jennie and I had a long, rambling conversation about cougars, wherein I mentioned that I do not envision the cat but instead envision a sixty-year old lady with big hair and leopard print pants, and lo and behold what should greet us but this bumper sticker in the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant in Vienna. Perfect.

No Favorite Friday this week. I’ll post more about the trip tomorrow to make up for it (ooh! Special weekend stuff! Yay!)

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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