Okay. So, we went to the Carver County Fair on Thursday night. My daughters and wife had a great time. They rode all the rides, which consisted of different things going around in a circle. We had corn dogs for dinner, and a piece of pizza. We had a bucket of fries. We bough some all you could drink chocolate milk, and filled the sippy cups without them looking.
The experience cemented my belief that I would rather pull my eyebrows out then attend fairs. Lucky for me, this was apparently a practice round for the State Fair. Apparently, we were honing our ability to find the best corn dog, the shortest lines to the 4H barn, and the ability to collect free crap that we simply have to throw away when we get home. Oh, good news though....rumor has it my family is all going to wear the same t-shirt when we go to the fair. For the new followers to this blog I have a wife and two daughters. Apparently, without me knowing...I have agreed to be gay.
We spent $55 at the fair. We were there for 2 hours. For $22.50 an hour, I expect an experience that rivals that "white light" people say they see in near death experiences. Instead, for $55 I received a corn dog, one third of a piece of pizza, and a carnie ride operator that talked to me for 5 minutes while my kids and wife were "flying" the helicopter. To this day, I have no idea what he was saying other then I had to check out the motorcycle ride. I was pretty impressed with his ability to smoke seven cigarettes in the 2 minutes our conversation lasted.
They all had fun though. There is a chance that I am once again in the running for father of the year because I pretended the whole time that I was having fun.
I will go again though, not because I crave punishment, but because Katelyn told me that the bunnies were pretty and she loved me for taking her to see them.
Because they can turn an experience that I hate to the greatest moment of my life in one second through a brief sentence.....I love my girls...
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