The Fair

We attended the state fair yesterday.

The good:
  • Deep-fried Oreos. I don't know what the Weight Watchers points were for these, but I'm thinking triple digits. One of those "if you have to ask you can't afford it" sort of things.
  • The poignant moment when we were viewing the Budweiser Clydesdales. One of the horses let down his wiener to pee, and I mean to tell you this thing was the size of my forearm. Our adorable little sprite pointed at the horse's junk and yelled, "He's got a penis just like you, Daddy!" I couldn't tell if my husband was having a moment of pride or mortification, but he did leave the exhibit toute de suite.
  • Let's hear it for swings you don't have to push. (At what age to they learn to pump, fer cryin' out loud? My arms seriously want to know.)
  • Meeting a bunch of fellow rescue people at Buca di Beppo for dinner.
  • Watching my child slide out of a pig's butt. You don't get that kind of entertainment just anywhere, people.
  • Freeloading off good friends who make a really spectacular breakfast. If you know Dave and Lynn, I highly recommend their house for freeloading. They do not provide valet parking, however, and that was a bit of a downer.

The bad:
  • Rain at the fair. Precipitation at the fair should be illegal. We were carrying umbrellas and when it stopped raining I pulled out a nylon tote that I bought from a church fundraiser. I figured I could carry our soggy umbrellas (and any other fair-related stuff we picked up during the course of the day) in the tote. As soon as I pulled out the bag, however, it caught the wind and went flying. I chased it and then gracefully fell just as I caught it (and by "gracefully" I mean "with arms and legs akimbo and with my purse in a puddle"). I spent the next hour scraping mud off my leg. "I feel pretty, oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight . . . "
  • Being served chicken at Buca di Beppo even after explicitly explaining to the server that I am a vegetarian.
  • Paying six bucks for a Mike's Hard Cranberry. :::wiping tear from eye:::
The truly sucky:
  • Buca's not comping the dead animal flesh they served me.
  • Whatever I'm going to weigh when I step on the scale tomorrow morning.

Cheese curds should have their own category on the food pyramid


Steph K said…
I think there will be a lot of women looking at your husband with new eyes after reading this one!
LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am CRACKING up at the penis thing. It was hard to get through the rest of the post after that one. :)
Jen said…
Love those foot in mouth moments!
Cindy and the bullies baby! said…
I sooooo wish I would have been there for the penis comment! That is why I wanted to come! But Caesar was not doing well and it was storming and I didnt feel like getting wet.

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