Yes, really.
Every year he drags the family to a Fair way up in the middle of nowhere, so we can see chickens and cows and horses and mullets.
And every year we go anticipating something exciting. Something different.
Except it doesn't happen.
It is the same shit, every single year.
Just with more mullets.
We saw chickens. Again.
They still looked like chickens.
Most of them......anyways....
We saw sheep. Again.
We paid a ridiculous amount of $$$$ for each 2 minute ride....for each kid.
Seriously, wtf is with that???
There were tantrums.
And attempted "runaways".
Totally not anything new.
We saw cows.
I stepped in manure....while wearing sandals.
Whatever.
I snapped photos of ginormous ball sacs.
Yada yada.
Same old stuff.
We paid alot of $$$$ on a game, so she could go home with this piece of crap.
{Look at her dirty fingernails. Icky icky.}
But look at how happy my hubby is.
He had fun.
Just like every other year.
Maybe next year the Fair will have lions and tigers...
