There is something about having children that puts "the fear" in you. Like one day you'll totally go Bungee Jumping and then you have a kid and you're like "OH MY GOD! We're all going to die!" Maybe that's just me. But I totally used to love roller costars and all sorts of scary stuff (except for flying, always hated it, still hate it) and now I can barely go on a speed boat without freaking out. So on Saturday morning when we went to an antique show and saw the Ferris Wheel, I almost peed in my pants. I knew my kids would make me go on it. I knew my husband would make me go on it. I did NOT want to go on it. I went on it.
I mean look at that thing. It's nothing but spit and tin-foil. Plus, it was nasty out.
Even these two don't look so convinced.
OK, well..maybe she was convinced. She was psyched. My palms began to sweat
Can't I just stay down here and take pictures of these cool blue and white lights. This thing seems to be run by a 15 year old Carny Boy. No offense to 15 year old Carny Boys.
I almost passed out taking this picture. I mean I can't even believe I took it. Looking back on it, I was an idiot.
AHHHHHHH!!! I just rocked the seat! Look at how happy he is that I'm freaking out..why am I doing this again???
Oh, right. That's why. Sigh.....