the claw of satan

It's that time of year again!

The butt length mullets,

the massive boobage,

the booty shorts,,

the smell of BO, animal poop, and freshly made cinnamon rolls.

That's right y'all.

The good ole' State Fair of West Virginia is in town!

 Every year,

I go at least one time.

50% for the food

 47% to people watch

and 3% because I am a West Virginian...and I enjoy it.

The hubs and I went last night.

My friend Haylee and her fiance went with us.

Haylee and I decided we were going to ride the rides.

You know,

the ones that are assembled in 24 hours and go in constant circular motions?

I was 16 the last time I rode the fair rides,

so I was pretty excited.

Sadly,

the excitement was short-lived.

To my dismay,

something really BAD happened inside my body

during the last 6 years.

When I was 16,

I could ride the rides all day

and it was no big deal.
But. yesterday, as I was spinning at the very top of the "Freak Out"

I quickly realized that I wasn't 16 anymore...

and that I was, in fact, riding the claw of Satan.

I was regretting the 10 pounds of cheesy ribbon fries that I had eaten 10 minutes before.

I was pretty positive that they were about to go from my stomach to the face of the poor, unfortunate 10 year old child sitting beside me.

Luckily I was able to keep my ribbon fries down...

but it was pretty touch and go for awhile.

So let me get this straight.
I go to bed at 830 every night,
I watch antique shows with my hubs (and thoroughly enjoy them),
I have cellulite,
and now I get sick on fair rides.
According to that description
I am an old married granny.
And surprisingly,
I'm okay with that...
because Tyler is my old married grandpa.

Happy Monday!