Last one to puke is out

Well I’m off to the rodeo for an afternoon of eatin stuff you can’t find the rest of the year and to ride rides until we puke. Big Daddy isn’t going. He can’t get off work and he really don’t’ enjoy this kinda entertainment. He asked “when will ya’ll be home?”

"When the last one pukes, we’ll be home."

We’re planning on smoked turkey legs, funnel cake, carmel or candied apples, salsa, chips, jams, sausage on a stick, corndogs, milk shakes w/milk straight from the cow, cotton candy, and so much more.

We’ll go into funhouses, glasshouses, merrigorounds, ferris wheels, rides that spin, rides that twist and go upside down. We’ll scope boys and laugh and giggle. We’ll pet animals and try not to step in “it”.

There’s time enough for the real world tomorrow. Tonight is for fun.