It seems I've been traveling for all of June. It's not far from the truth. I've only spent 14 days of June in my own home. That's more than half the month spent in beds not my own. Which. Recently, isn't really such a bad thing if we're considering the spider invasion.
This past month, I've spent time in Washington, DC, New York City, Columbia, Missouri, and Norman, Oklahoma. And looking back through my photo album, I noticed a strange trend: signs. Everywhere I went, I took pictures of signs.
It all started in DC, when we came around a corner to cut through the drive of a hospital and discovered this:
Angel of Death? Grim Reaper with a bone saw? Icarus? I'm not entirely sure of anything other than its inherent awesomeness.
Next up, New York, with a sense of humor when it comes to its ice cream.
Maybe he's just super sensitive....
Then, it was a diner in Columbia, Missouri. We're best buds, now. Me and the diner. Because no other place of business has ever supported me like this:
And finally, Norman, Oklahoma. Where we encountered enigmatic chalk signs...
One required a Tessa-shaped being for scale:
But the clear winner of all the signs we encountered we found in our own B&B:
I can't imagine this one requires much comment.