This may seem like a photo of Husband about to step on the train between terminals in the Chicago airport.
It's not.*
Look closely and you'll realize that it is really a photo of one of a species of people called "Time Travelers."**
During our time in the US, we saw many of these clustered in the Sacramento area, usually hailing from the year 1984. You can tell these by their crimped hair, acid washed jeans and electric blue eyeshadow. This specimen was on our plane from Sacramento to Chicago.
I don't know what happened to her after this.***
Into the wilds of the Midwest, I suppose.
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*Though I often blog in this manner (to wit: Strollers and Nice), I've never named it, but have now decided it's going to be a feature. Keep your eyes peeled for it....
**Also, this is not mean, in case you were thinking that it was. This Time Traveler was owning it. She did not care what year it was, her bangs were high and she was working it. It was really borderline awesome. Or, I suppose, "Rad."
***I do know what happened to us. We got home and have been sick and jet-lagged and generally discombobulated since. And by "we" I mean mainly Elliot, so that affects all of us. It's been quiet awhile around here, but there will be more posts, soon.
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