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 . . . .
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 . . . .
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