We went to the State Fair on Sunday. It was effing cold.
Okay, it was 48 degrees. I understand I spent the first 27 years of my life in frigid Michigan. I’m wimpy now, folks. I’ve lost my Michigan toughness. But not the nasal accent.
Maybe I talk through my nose because I have a horse complex. I was in denial about it for a long time. People would say, “You have a horse complex” and I’d say nay.
Who hearts herself?
You spell potatoe, I make fun of your booth on my blog.
Naturally, Marvin had to poke fun at my misfortune. This is only funny if you read yesterday’s post about my dog viciously attacking me.
I picked up a few chicks at the fair, too. I still got it. Hey, good lookin’. Have your peeps call mine.
I know you want to know what terrible-for-us things we ate. We had every kind of heart-attack-inducing sausage, cheese, steak, pepper, etc. sandwich available, and we also had heart-healthy fries, plus everyone’s favorite nutritious snack, funnel cake.
Oh, and hot cider. Because did I mention it was effing cold?
And what trip to the fair would be complete without a flu shot? Yes, we really did get flu shots. They were free with our insurance, and I missed flu shot time at my work because I was sick when they were giving them out.
I know. Partayy.
What complements greasy food and a flu shot better than a ride?! Marvin and I had to ride the Ferris Wheel, because he proposed on a Ferris Wheel. In Santa Monica. Where it’s always warm.
In fact, I said if he ever wanted to tell me he wanted a divorce, he should take me back to a Ferris Wheel to do it. Kind of go full circle, so to speak.
Fortunately he didn’t bring it up today. Probably because we took my car, and his walk home would have been cold. Because did I mention the effing coldness?
Fair thee well.