Friday, September 3, 2010

the fair

We took the kids to the state fair last week.  Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe the state fair?

It's true - 12 days of hell on a stick.

I imagined writing some pithy little entry about our escapades - the half an hour bus ride just to get from our parking spot to the front gate, the $4 potato, the deep-fried candy bar on a stick, the $10 rides, the complete lack of sanitation in the baby changing area - I could go on.  However, after spending 15 minutes nursing, on the ground in a filthy, spider-infested corner of the midway, clutching Yoda like I just won her from a carnie, I realized that there is nothing even remotely amusing about my loathing for the fair.  And at least one member of the family agrees with me - guess who . . . .









3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love, love, love the fair. What's wrong with you?

~Treats

j said...

I do not even have a smart-alec come back for this. That is how much I hate the fair.

Lady Bright said...

Yoda doesn't like it cause she's too young for the roasted corn, once she has a bite of that she'll love the fair too.