I've never been a nailbiter. I know it's a thing, but I'd not given it much thought. Ever wonder where the bitten nails go?
It was back to reality this week after our DC trip. I worked Thursday and Friday in testing, and thankfully, Boss had turned off scheduling for some tests so we could ramp back up rather than have to hit the ground running.
He and I were closing up yesterday and decided to do some decent cleaning since the place was pretty quiet. He washed chairs, I vacuumed.
I vacuumed a fair amount of discarded fingernails. *GAG*
Some chew pencils, some muss with their hair, some rock back and forth, some chew and spit out fingernails...
I was honestly thinking along similar lines when we were out with the throngs at the various DC attractions. Here's a rundown of all the places we visited.
Outdoors:
- Washington Monument
- Lincoln Memorial
- Jefferson Memorial
- Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial
- Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial
- National Christmas Tree
- Capitol building
- Archives (Constitution, Declaration of Independence, Bill of Rights)
- Library of Congress
- Air and Space Museum, DC
- National Gallery of Art, East and West buildings
- National Museum of US Army
- Natural History Museum
- Air and Space Museum, Virginia
Looking back, we covered a lot of ground. While at the various attractions, I noticed all the glass, upon which people scrunch up to get a good look at things, kids plant hands and faces.
The Jolly Flatboatmen |
So it was struck by lightning, and I imagine it wasn't the first time.
But she's tough, I'm sure.
Personally, I made it to the rooftop of the National Gallery for this impressive cock.
So, a memorable and worthwhile trip.
And now... back to the nailbiters.
4 comments:
Was that the same cock on the fourth plinth in Trafalgar square? Cock gets around!
I am glad that you made that a holiday before the shite hits the fan! Great timing. The jolly flatboatmen is classic apollonian if ever I did see apollonian!
Linda Sue, you are correct about Cock! I just looked it up, thanks to you.
My painting! My painting! I had just written that I would like to take a trip to see some of the paintings that my toys have re-created—and, how cool, there you are ahead of me! Thanks. Looks like a jam-packed trip.
Fresca, I was delighted to see your painting! It sorta called to me, "Pssst, Abby. Look over here"
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