Uss Missouri, Hawaii
August 2008


I thought this lady was horrible & rude because you were only allowed 9 letters for a first name so I put down "SarahRose" and she got all snippity about the double capital letters, even after I explained that USUALLY, when ALLOWED, I put a hyphen between the two parts of my first name. JEEZ.
So I took this photo intending to be all horrid only to find, once completed, that she had BROKEN THE 9 LETTER RULE for me and thus, again, I was both ashamed and Sarah-Rose.


Then we tried Dippin Dots because, like Fluff (tm), it (they?) was (were?) something I'd only ever heard about.
They were less delicious than I expected.


And our first real American hot dogs. I can't believe it took us this long to get around to them.


(don't get complacent. We followed THIS up with more looking-at-old-war-stuff)

Week Forty-Three

I just can't seem to shake this post-show exhaustion.


Sunday
On Sunday the weather was horrible and so was my mood. Sigh.


Monday
I missed a protest outside of my workplace. I have no idea who this Peter Jansen is.


Tuesday
Portable library! The Frankie Photobook was won in a giveaway run by the darling Amber of code for something.


Wednesday
I lovelovelove the badge which came with the plate Sir C ordered through Trixie Delicious for me.


Thursday
One of my legs has been coming up in (stress/exhaustion enduced) mysterious bruises. There are at least 2 more not pictured.
Thankfully I actually quite like my legs being all bruised. It makes me feel tough.


Friday
Most of these 350 posters in Wellington Railway Station make me roll my eyes. But this one I thought was pretty cute.


Saturday
Sir C packed his little bags and flew up to Auckland to play mechanic to his Dad's race-car-driver during the Targa.



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At the peak of my post-show exhaustion.