It always cracks me up when things are dec'd out for something. When everywhere you look, it matches-- whether it's a sports team, a brand name (other than the store that's selling it), a particular university, etc. I didn't really grow up with anything like that-- my parents aren't big sports fans and there wasn't a university that everyone in my ancestry had gone to.
Even with collecting things-- the only thing I've ever collected was beanie babies. Sure, I had them all over my bedroom, and yes, it looked completely ridiculous.
At least it wasn't scary-- have you ever seen dolls hanging on the walls? Not on shelves... but nailed up by their clothes or something?
It's as creepy as it sounds.
At any rate, when Josh and I first arrived in Virginia, we stopped at the rest area right over the state line. For anyone travelling, it has a great place to walk your dogs, equipped with waste bags and everything!
But the second you walk inside, you get hit with a big helping of Virginia. And let me tell ya... Virginia does not want you to forget about it's history.
And that it's for lovers! (Personally, I love this slogan.)
But then it starts getting creepy. Why hello, bench? Are you a Virginia bench?
And you? Are you a Virginia recycling bin?
After that, I was honestly a little disappointed when there wasn't Virgina imprinted toilet paper in the restrooms. But hey, we can't have it all, right?