The fair's almost over and I don't care.  I don't do the fair.  Much as I was tempted to go, just to make lewd gestures at Dennis Prager, on whom I have a mild mind crush, I didn't go.  never even considered it , really.  Even when I heard that the cute elf of common sense and clear thought, James Lileks, was there.  Nope.  NOt me.   NOt going to the faire.  Whjy not, you ask? 

Obviously I don't love my kids enough, that's why.;

Oh, the kids went.  They loooove the fair.  They get that from their dad, who also loves the fair.  So they all go, every chance they get. Poor Katie, she hadn't been since she graduated HIgh school, cuz they need her down in New O'lins every year before the fair startes.  Theis year she went cus hs edidnt go to school til after it started.  Yay, she was happy to go.  Shje an d Jay, Zack and Josie went last weekend.  Tehywwere gone for twelve hours.  Jay inviteed me. ahe always invites me.  I aways say the same thithg; you'll have more fun without me whining about how hot, tiereed, and boresd I am...

They went, they had a bladst.  I stayed home, I had a blast.  See how it worked out for everyone?

kToday wasmy friend Andrea's birthday.  We had dinner and lots of wine at a lovely little chinese bistro we all enjouy.;  The fod was good but the wine has erendered me unable to type .  hence the spelling in theis mess of a post.  'shjouldn't post after thereeee bottles, I'm guessing.

Who cares Ilove myself.

Oh yeah,  SIX BABY HORSES.

iT'S raining, it smells reeally good outside.  I'm going to be.d.

 

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