Since I am prone to requiring medical assistance after thrill rides (okay, okay...perhaps even after not-so-thrillish rides), I have become "The Official Holder-Of-All-Things-That-Shall-Propel-From-Your-Pockets" when our family visits an amusement park. So it wasn't surprising to anyone that during our recent trip to Valley Fair I was planning to relax with both feet safely planted on terra firma whilst hubby and daughter made it their mission in life to ride every damn rollercoaster on the premises.
Once I staked out a hard, albeit immobile wooden bench in the shade, I attempted to pass the hours immersed in a paperback novel.
But soon I became distracted into observing the crowd flowing to and fro before me. Oh, the variety of people was entertaining, and the snippets of conversations I was privy to sometimes intriguing, but even better was the population explosion of large husky dogs being carried, toted and dragged along everywhere I looked.
I don't think the state of Alaska has as many of these canines as Shakopee, Minnesota.
Okay, maybe that's because they were the stuffed-variety of Husky, but they WERE large.
Erm, actually "gigantic", "humongous" or "titanic" are more apt descriptors.
So I had mixed reactions whenever someone paraded by with one of these trophies... both impressed by their obvious carnival game skills and amused at the ridiculous prizes being lugged around all day.
to retrace his steps once he realized
there was no baby in the stroller.
(Okay, I'm kidding...that really didn't happen)
Perhaps I was simply jealous... hubby was too busy defying gravity on the rides to play even one carnival game and win us a mammoth stuffed dog.
Nah, I didn't want that.
*I* wanted the purple bunny with the four-foot floppy ears....
Which we didn't win either.
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