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Thursday, June 22, 2006

State fair faces...


Have you noticed how sad and hardened Carnie faces look? It seems to me that they harbor some sort of rage that may originate from the fact that they have very few teeth, live in filth, must put up with constant ridicule and can only fend for themselves behind a cage/booth or in large packs.

All I can say tonight dear blog -because I am dead tired and I have "Fair hands, feet and teeth" is that, after thinking about it, I am sorry I called my ex-husband's current girlfriend "carnie-faced" because she is not. She is more "ex-meth-addict-faced" really.

2 comments:

Aaryn said...

If she's not meth-faced then she must be a Carnie.

There's a reason I've never been able to bring myself to attend the Del Mar Fair and I think you've touched on it quite well. "Fair Teeth." Yuck.

Cheri said...

Trish, Trish, Trish, admit it, we had sooooo much fun. True, we'd never have gone if we didn't have children whose smiles were plastered across their faces, and whose hands were wrapped around each other's sunscreened shoulders, all day long. But still we had fun, and Turkey legs and Kettle Corn and Fire-Roasted Artichokes. And the fair hands, feet and teeth were only temporary, rapidly cured with a hot shower, a toothbrush, and a glass of wine that was not of the Vendange ilk sold at the fair. I'm up for next year and I'm laying odds that Aaryn et al. will be there too just as soon as their kids are old enough to have an award-winning school art project on display! We'll meet you at the infield . . .