another rainy carnival
Saturday, August 22nd, 2009
Why do we always pick the cold and rainy summer days to go to carnivals?
Why do we always pick the cold and rainy summer days to go to carnivals?
The boy and his friend went from the joust to their first DJ request: Europe’s “The Final Countdown.” I’m gonna have to have a talk with that boy…
I have been fishing exactly three times in my life and this is one of them. But the boy’s friend invited us to a private hunt club on a beautiful spring day, so how could we say no?
No, really, the constant drizzle was refreshing.
Not to be a party pooper, but our power goes out for an hour almost every month. Still, it is the thought that counts, right?
We didn’t wake up on Mars, but we did have a pretty good view of the lake.
That white void above us is the Omnimax, about to visit Mars.
The girl is trying to overcome a viscious split at the Cub Scout bowl.
At the Rock Hall for the year-end gala this year, watching the snow swirl over the lake. The only bummer is that we’ve already used our free drink tix… Time to go see the Floyd display on 3.
The boy and I won “most original” in the snowman building contest because I wrapped his arms and legs separately. My snowman could walk around without tearing himself apart, is all I’m saying.