O.K. maybe once there was a time when I begged to go to the fair. Now as the years have passed I only go to punish myself and to bring smiles on both of my children's faces. Thank God for the grandparents who came thru w/ money and tickets to make sure that the kids had a great time!!
Now to the why I would rather be doing several other things, I hate to ride. Maybe I hate it because I turn green after any ride that spins (in any direction) and did I mention I have an issue w/ heights. Well put those together with 2 kids who want mom to ride w/ them and presto instant green status has occured. My husband (aka plow boy) just laughs, but then has to listen to me complain for at least 4 hours.
This years ride was the parachute. A lovely spinning ride that goes up in the air. Oh did I mention my problem with heights. Yes, doesn't this seem like the perfect ride. Anyway I was all ready with my smile on until the carnie w/ no teeth kept enjoying his role as king of the parachute w/ 2 underaged girls. I myself was about to throw my croc at said carnie except we had only just gotten on the ride. So while we are up in the air watching other crazy kids and parents getting on, my daughter says "what do you think will happen if the bar comes open". First thoughts were just close your eyes and hope for limited pain, but instead I assured her that was probably not going to happen. Then we passed no teeth and I simply said a quick prayer for all of us.
Well, we have lived through another fair with burgers, cotton candy, carmel apples, and whinning kids who would love for the fair to last forever. Good bye fair. Until next year.
Wise grasshopper says: Fair and pepto bismol both good in small quantities.
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