I visited Colonial Williamsburg over the weekend. In addition to answering the follow-up question of "Oh God, why?" from everyone I've told, I have spent the majority of today reflecting on the valuable lessons I learned during my trip...
Things I Learned in Colonial Williamsburg
They retired Felicity!
Apparently, taking pictures of other people's children in period costumes is considered "inappropriate"
If I'm ever on the show "Hoarders," it will be, in large part, due to my collection of souvenir koozies
A silent 'e' can (nay, should!) be added to the end of every word
Relatedly, everything tastes better when it comes from an Olde Tyme Shoppe
My new least favorite accent is "Southerner impersonating Colonial-era Irish immigrant"
Colonial Williamsburg is: having a little boy in a tiny tricorne hat point a wooden toy gun at you from his stroller