Back to ArlingtonJuly 8
After that, hmm, let’s just say interesting, trip to Chicago, the ATCs were nice enough to send me back to M. Darcy. This was important because July 9th was the big birthday celebration at the zoo. I figured that Rachel had to show up there – a bear only turns 1 once. And even if she didn’t show up, I could use a nice clean party ’round about now. A bear can only take so much, you know!
After I arrived back at M. Darcy’s house, I noticed that since my last visit she has even more Ugly Dolls.
When I asked her how many Ugly Dolls a person needs, she told me to ask miri.
On Saturday, M. Darcy and I met up with Macaddict, Tribefan and miri to take a tour around Washington DC. At first, we waited around outside.
Finally, Macaddict was smart enough to point us indoors to buy tickets. While waiting outside, I toppled over and miri took a picture. She says I was trying to look up M. Darcy’s skirt, but it was an accident. I swear!
After that, they made me sit in M. Darcy’s purse.
We went around DC on the tourmobile. All day long, people kept complaining about the lack of leg room on the bus. I don’t know what they were talking about. I was rather comfy.
During the tour, I snuggled up to Macaddict and M. Darcy. They are such pleasant people; they helped me recover from my ordeal in Chicago.
They really helped me after the sadness I felt from watching the changing of the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
We went to the Jefferson Memorial. First, I enjoyed the view from the steps.
miri even took a picture of M. Darcy taking a picture of me. (Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes I think these people are rather strange.)
Then, I went inside where I saw I saw a statue of Thomas Jefferson.
Inside the memorial, M. Darcy took a picture that she called a “Mr. Pseudostudent Shot” – which seems very silly.
After that, we headed to the Musuem of American History for lunch. On the way, we admired the Washington Monument.
PepeNY joined us for lunch and I ate a hamburger that was as big as me!
Every one kept talking and talking at lunch. I thought they would never stop. When M. Darcy was busy listening to gossip (not gossiping, just listening to gossip), I grabbed her phone and tried to call Rachel. But panda paws aren’t really made to push those tiny little phone buttons. Not even baby panda paws.
After they were finally done talking, we went upstairs and saw the Ruby Red Slippers and I got my picture taken with the Swedish Chef! Fellow stuffed beings! Well, kind of stuffed. Right?
After all that touring about, we decided to get some rest. I needed to be ready for the big day tomorrow – my birthday! I can’t wait to hear Rachel’s sweet voice singing “Happy Birthday.”