I have one for you:
Would you rather wear the same undies for 2 days in a row or take your kids to the Dade County Youth Fair?
Yeah, it's a tough one isn't it? Really freaking tough. I am a complete clean freak and let me tell you I am tempted next year to go for the second option, no kidding. I hate the youth fair with a passion and today I spent 5 hours with my little darlings. Oh and if the crowds, noise, 3 armed toothless carnies, over priced rides and disgusting food weren't enough, it was 89 degrees. Yucko.
Every single year when I was a little girl my dad used to take me to the local fair, I wonder if he hated it as much as I do now? He always rode the rides with me, won me a goldfish, and we ended the night with a candy apple or candy floss. How I loved it. It was a minuscule event and compared to what I dealt with today could be covered in about thirty minutes and that was if you rode every ride. Every single year without fail we would go.
I didn't think for a moment that Lily would be able to ride any rides because of her cast but the fine folk at guest services assured her that she could. Every now and again a particularly astute ride commando would turn her away but for the most part she had free reign. Her doctor told her on Thursday that her arm is protected and safe inside her cast so she is free to have fun. He mentioned it after I mentioned that she fell down the stairs the other day.
I took my camera with me today but didn't feel the slightest bit compelled to remove it from my purse. All I could think was, keep smiling, keep smiling, don't let them see you sweat, if they see your weak side they will kill you.
|We were in a fabulously cold air conditioned hall and I remembered my camera|
|Rosie adored this ride and wanted to ride over and over again|
|Yes, it is blurred. Lily shot off the side at the bottom!|