In which I go outdoors on purpose

The Internet was down, meaning there was no TV either (we get everything through Hulu or Netflix), so we decided to go outside and somehow ended up at the 4-H fair.  A few random observations that really ought to have pictures with them but somehow don’t:

  • There was a giraffe.  At the petting zoo.  There should always always always be giraffes. Everywhere.  Especially at petting zoos.
  • After a while, though, watching the giraffe became less fun than watching the people walking by who were consistently surprised by the giraffe.  I heard “Is that a giraffe?” probably ten times from people who knew damn well what a giraffe looks like but couldn’t process the fact that there was one right the hell in front of them.
  • There were tigers doing tricks, but they were really not in the mood for them and so it was kind of sad and slightly embarrassing.  As far as I know, no one was eaten, though.
  • The boy really really really likes merry-go-rounds.  I like merry-go-rounds less than I thought I would; turns out that when you’re standing next to your toddler they make you crazily dizzy.
  • Saw no less than 12 students.  Luckily, only four of the twelve saw me, and all four seemed happy to do so.  Considering that the last time I saw one of them I was hollering for our resource officer to put him in handcuffs that percentage is probably a good thing.
  • I bought no food, which means that the gyro I had for lunch is the grossest thing I ate today, which is probably as it should be.
  • I had no idea that rabbits could even get that big, holy shit.
  • Pissed-off pigs are scary.  Pissed-off goats are hilarious.

All in all whee fun would pay $8 again.


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2 thoughts on “In which I go outdoors on purpose

  1. pjsandchocolate's avatar pjsandchocolate

    When standing next to a child on a merry-go-round, stand backwards so you see where you’ve been. Don’t look around. We have a merry-go-round at the zoo here and that’s about the only thing that kept me from puking all over it every time the kids went on the damn thing.

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