In addition to relief from the ailments above I've had my refreshing yearly dose of cowshit on my boots and smell of hay and livestock, quite the panacea for a country girl city-bound for over a decade, and the cattle shed provided the kids with an unforgettable lesson in telling the difference between boys and girls.
One of the treats this year was The Human Cannonball, or as the Curious Snail would have it, The Human Lady Cannonball. Yes, the projectile is a gal, a 21 year old American lass who continues the family tradition of being shot into the air, apparently. I lent my support by having the bejeesus scared out of me when the cannon fired and ramming my steak burger into my face. What better way to show solidarity with the sisterhood than wearing a barbeque sauce "smile" from ear to ear?
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that's way too many SpongeBobs... and they're all watching me...
That's right, Cheryl -- they're not watching anyone else, just you. ;)
No! They're all watching me! Me, dammit!
*sigh* How predictable.
Infinitely creepier than the Bobs were the Barts, whose eyes were everywhere, but looked at no one. Spotted the odd terrorist that day, too.
Oh, dear. Those Barts do look disturbing... do you always try to capture the stuff of nightmares on camera?
Yes. :)
Jesus Christ! Is there bee troot on that thing?
Yes.
And for those worried about the exam...
you knkow the walk like a man thing.. it doesn't take me anywhere.. isit just me?.. the show looks like it was fun ..
Just you. Try this.
thank you.. just sent in my resignation... feeling better , like i have taken off a big black cloud but then the money..?.. trust!
Great news, Miss W. I'll keep my ear to the ground for opportunities for you... they will come.
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