I SURE HOPE SHE REMEMBERED TO POKE HOLES IN THAT LID

I've been remiss in keeping you updated as to the travels of Madame Muriel. As we speak, she is jetting her way (First Class, I might add) across the world to Miss Margaret in New Zealand.

Her departure was not without drama, though. First we had to find a suitable "sleeping compartment" for the long journey. Muriel insisted that we duplicate those on Virgin Atlantic, or, if that wasn't possible, we should try to replicate the private pods on the sheik's plane from the Sex and The City II movie. (Methinks she spent too much time with Stewey and became influenced by his "ways".)

We ended up with a Crystal Light container:

Her passport and travel documents are safe and sound in a document folder and a few treats were wrapped and tucked inside for her future hostess.

For such a tiny little woman she sure packs a lot!

You can follow her travels with Miss Margaret here: http://margaretmyblog.blogspot.com/.

Give it a few days, since the United States Postal Service warned me that traveling across the world will, in fact, take a little more than fifteen minutes.

I'll leave you with a copy of the text from her travel journal...

June 8, 2011

After my fabulous visit to Pennsylvania, USA I find myself unceremoniously dumped on the doorstep of a humble little abode in Mishawaka, Indiana….also in the US. My hostess, The Spinster Stitcher, seems excited to meet me, but I will confess that my first impression is that this is going to be a looooonnnnngggg visit.

June 18, 2011

I was correct. So far my stay here has included almost nothing in the way of local attractions or historic sights. We seem instead to be hell bent on running errands, watching a lot of bad telly, and going to the crafts emporium otherwise known as Michaels. I’m not impressed.

June 19, 2011 – June 30, 2011

Hurrah! At last an entertaining, if not somewhat bizarre development! The little dog that lives here with The Spinster has decided to take pity on me and show me a good time. We had a wonderful meal of sushi (and too much sake’, I’m afraid), at a local restaurant, and then it was on to days and days of driving around to see the local features.

The University of Notre Dame was absolutely lovely and probably worth more than a few minutes peeping through leaves at the Golden Dome, but downtown South Bend beckoned and the light was fading. So many pretty buildings…the South Bend Civic Theatre, Tippecanoe Place, the Morris Performing Arts Center. I suppose that one could have a very agreeable time of it on a Friday or Saturday night if one was so inclined.

July 29, 2011

An entire month has elapsed! Due to a rather unfortunate case of meatloaf poisoning, I found myself in the hospital for rest and fluids. Fortunately, the service there was superb and I have now mended back to my former self. I insisted, however, on booking my plane ticket immediately, so I will keep this short so that I can pack. Fare thee well, Indiana! I promise to speak well of you, despite my hostess!

Off to New Zealand….I can’t wait!