One week from Sunday...

One week from Sunday, the first of three fairs to grace our area kicks off, leading into a month of fun, deliciously unhealthy food, and the potential for marital meltdown. With that last bit in mind, I'm compiling a list of what I will agree to ride so there will be no questions in Didgeridoo Boy's scheming little noggin. In telling him what I will agree to ride, I am hoping these things, especially, will become crystal clear to him:

The Zipper? This will not happen. Went there and did it last year, and am still freaked out.



Nor will I find myself anywhere but on the ground taking amazingly cool photos of this...this....nightmare in the sky. Didge once tricked someone into riding this by telling the person (not me) it did not go upside down, that it just spun and the seats went out sideways. There was no line, and he rushed this gullible person right on and into...



Seriously, darlings - - always watch the ride first. Don't be bamboozled. There are Didgeridoo Boys out there.

Back to our discussion. Observe...



Have yourself a heaping helping of NO. I won't be riding that, either. I did, however, photograph that very ride a year ago - - it's amazing. From the ground. Safety, sanity, and clean garments live on the ground.


This isn't saying I refuse to ride everything - - no matter what Didge and his sister say. (A stomach bug rendered me all but useless at the fair we attended with her last year. And then who ate a corn dog? And vinegar fries? And left her Pepto at home?) This is saying I do not like flying upside down. Not one damned bit. I tend to refuse to do things I hate to do unless they're medically necessary. And this is not medically necessary, at least in my opinion:



Puking in public isn't cute, folks, and I live around that which helps me remain cute.

So, yes, I am making a list for Didge of what I will ride. I am considering having him sign it, and then going so far as to have it notarized. We do what we have to, don't we?