We went to the county 4-H Fair today, and for the first time in my life I tried deep-fried Oreos.
I think that it’s probably okay if I die now. Not because they were, like, delicious or anything, but because I have been suffering for the last few hours and I think it’s best if I am never in circumstances where I might put one of those things into my body again.
“Still alive” counts as a circumstance, I think.
Also, I rode a ride with my son, a ride that turned out to have an extra chest belt that I didn’t notice, and when I pointed out to the guy running the ride that there was no universe where the thing was going to fit me, he shrugged and said “You OK?” and then walked away.
I didn’t fall out of the ride, so I guess I was OK, but … is this how we do things now?