I think there’s an old song that goes like that. Anyway. Sometimes I get quiet for a bit, and this time, it’s because I’ve been riding around in my automobile. It’s pretty basic. Here’s a snap:
The 2009 Kia Rio. Used. Hey, if it has A/C and an adapter for my iPod (as well as all working parts) I’m happy. I think I forgot just how much I listen to music WHILE DRIVING. I’ve really missed it.
And we went to the South Florida Fair on Sunday. Where I swore I’d eat my weight in Fair Food, and pretty much did. If they could bottle the smell of the midway and put it in a perfume atomizer, it would be MY pheromone kryptonite. Ah, the heady mix of corndog batter, cotton candy, gasoline, cheap liquor and cigarette smoke. Yum. My husband swears there’s a little bit of redneck in me, and he’s right.
And also, BUNNIES!
You might be a teenage rebel if:
I remember when I was in grade school, going to the fair for field trips and “sneaking” on to the midway, seeing these shiny shit booths whilst they played Molly Hatchet for that ride that went round and round in circles
(The Vomit Slinger?).
I remember in high school, going on to the midway with some popular girl in too much eye makeup and too tight jeans who befriended me for the night, seeing the shiny shit booth yet again, whilst they played “Erotic City” for the ride she forced me on that went up, down, and round in circles (DEFINITELY the vomit slinger). That friendship didn’t last the night.
I’m glad to see some things have stood the test of time, even in this age of iPads, Tweets and the like. Oh, and I think that white-trash ho Ke$sha was blasting from the Vomit Slinger this time. Awful, but what an earworm!
See you tomorrow!