I put a whole pack of Juicy Fruit in my mouth on the airplane.
Megan: You smell like a ball of sugar.
You can see why they call it that. The last 30’ or so actually extend upward in order to eliminate the horizon, giving the illusion that it goes on forever.
We spent about 3 hours at the house, staring at all the peculiar stuff he owned. Photos, documents, model ships, guns, cars, boats, engines, a life-size replica of a blue whale, medical tools, cameras. Priceless items like blueprints to the Titanic. There are about 20 machine-operated orchestras that play for $0.50. Any one collection would have been amazing in a room by itself, it was overwhelming.
The Friday before last it was my discovery of how to cry out the perfect turkey gobble, tonight it is the frumpy way I say the word fifth with a completely relaxed jaw that I will repeat a million times until it is no longer funny.
Megan: “How about it is not funny ever.”
EDIT: Megan and I just sneezed at the same time!~
Megan got me the Atmosphere print, signed, when we saw them in Milwaukee last fall.
Megan standing in some cool highway overpass. It reminded me of this one time we went through the entire first half of Space Mountain with the lights on, except not heartbreaking.