You know you're an old fogey when fair rides no longer elicit screams of delight, but instead cause waves of nausea and the onset of a migraine headache. I can't believe I've come to this point in my life, but I'd rather stay on the ground and take pictures of my girls having fun than squeeze my slender hips into a nice, comfy Hell's Bells roller coaster ride and get spun around in circles. I know. I've become my grandmother.
Who are these nicely behaved children?
Look at how well they keep their hands
inside the railroad car at all times.
There's my girl.
Dinner last night: spaghetti with meat sauce, green salad, garlic bread