The FringeFamily spent the day at a carnival. Each year our school district hosts a fund-raising carnival at the beach.
What could be better than a day filled with sunshine, funnel cake, and fright?
For the sake of our entire community, I did not go on any rides. Spittin’ chunks wasn’t high on my Mother’s Day priority list.
The FringeKids went nuts. FringeBoy has been psyched for a year to hit all the wild rides that he’s finally tall enough to enjoy; however, after the first upside down ride, he decided his newfound prowess wasn’t all fun and games.
Not only does FringeKid think she’s a super model, but she also must think she’s a marsupial, specifically an opossum, because she spent most of the day hanging upside down.
At a carnival full of Flinstone like characters, Barbie and Ken showed up. Just as everybody takes notice when a silicone enhanced model type mom walks by in 4 inch heels, a man in a Versace suit with his shirt unbuttoned to his waist draws some sideways glances. Imagine the whole family package complete with two stunningly blond, overtly well-dressed children.
They were like a piece of Godiva chocolate tucked into a bag of M&M’s. It just didn’t make sense.
So you know I had to take a picture.
Ken, if you’re reading, be flattered. I know your ego will not so secretly revel in the fact that I photographed you. Your exposed chest hairs were begging for a picture.
I not only caught him holding Barbie’s purse, but I’m wondering if he wasn’t picking a nose right before my camera clicked.
No, no, only the rest of us Flinstone characters pick in public.
Believe me I was scouring my purse for paper and a pen in order to bring you an exclusive interview, but they hopped into their plastic sports car and ditched the carnival.
It’s just as well. I would’ve had to write with an eyeliner pencil.
Hey, it was all I could find.