When I was a kid my folks would always take us to the local and state fair. This always worked out the same way: With me over-excited, over-stimulated and over-heated.
It was a safe bet that before the end of the day I would 1) cry 2) beg 3) throw up cotton candy.
Well, I just want you to know that absolutely nothing has changed for me now that I'm an adult.
Except that FINALLY -- 25 years later -- I was finally that kid toting around the giant stuffed toy because someone in my entourage was skilled and wealthy enough to beat the basketball hoop game. And watching all those little kids kick, scream and cry over their daddy's and older siblings not winning THEM a giant animal? FELT GREAT. SUCK IT CHILDREN.
And do you know what felt even better than that? Making the smug, toothless carney have to actually hand over one of those giant prizes. You would have thought we were taking his first born child away from him and not some sloppily stitched together knock-off of Winnie the Pooh. Seriously, carney, you're a CARNEY. Don't get all uppity on us.
I don't know. Maybe his carney retirement plan hinged on NOT giving away anymore prizes. Or maybe he's officially been knocked out of the Carney of The Year Award competition. Guess he's not winning the company sponsored trip to the Redneck Riviera this year.
But I digress.
My husband is so awesome. He took me -- the mayor of Crazytown -- to the largest rodeo and carnival in the world. And he lived to tell about it.
Twenty-five years was TOTALLY worth the wait.
It was a safe bet that before the end of the day I would 1) cry 2) beg 3) throw up cotton candy.
Well, I just want you to know that absolutely nothing has changed for me now that I'm an adult.
Except that FINALLY -- 25 years later -- I was finally that kid toting around the giant stuffed toy because someone in my entourage was skilled and wealthy enough to beat the basketball hoop game. And watching all those little kids kick, scream and cry over their daddy's and older siblings not winning THEM a giant animal? FELT GREAT. SUCK IT CHILDREN.
And do you know what felt even better than that? Making the smug, toothless carney have to actually hand over one of those giant prizes. You would have thought we were taking his first born child away from him and not some sloppily stitched together knock-off of Winnie the Pooh. Seriously, carney, you're a CARNEY. Don't get all uppity on us.
I don't know. Maybe his carney retirement plan hinged on NOT giving away anymore prizes. Or maybe he's officially been knocked out of the Carney of The Year Award competition. Guess he's not winning the company sponsored trip to the Redneck Riviera this year.
But I digress.
My husband is so awesome. He took me -- the mayor of Crazytown -- to the largest rodeo and carnival in the world. And he lived to tell about it.
Twenty-five years was TOTALLY worth the wait.
3 comments:
I love it!! Ha I see why Mark is your hero. So sweet.
Auntie
Priceless! This is a victory for all of us who have tried for years to win the big prizes in the back that the Carnies know no one will ever win. That is awesome! Now, where are you going to put it? H.
thats awesome.
you are such a dork.
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