Reason #7483 that I love my son: constant source of amusement

Eli... cold, tired, and ready to go home. It dropped to 54 degrees this nite!

So a part of the culture of the Cornfield is the Du Quoin State Fair. It's part awesome, part redneck. But since we live in the Du, attendance is mandatory. I don't really have the time today to delve into the varied glories and atrocities of The Fair, but I wanted to share a convo I had with the boy.

E: Mama, what's wrong with that man?
Me: He's a carney, E.
E: Was he born that way, or did he catch it from someone?
Me: (sniggling) No, baby, it's not a disease... it's a job. It means he travels around everywhere and sets up and runs the fair rides.
E: Do you hafta look like that to run fair rides?
Me: (completely cracking up) No, I guess not, but since they travel all over, I guess it's not easy to keep looking nice...
E: Hmmmph... (mutters) laundrymat and shower... that's all I'm sayin'....
Me: (flatline)

The End.

Bad Amy!! BAD, BAD Amy!!!

I've been a negligent blog momma lately. I have no excuse for myself. I'll show myself to the corner and think about what I've done....

Ok, not really...

So some randomosity for your perusal...

Fact--I have been pulled over by the Illinois State Police and given (thank you Jesus) a warning citation in EVERY single vehicle I have driven in the last 4 weeks. Seriously. For some bullshiggity, too!! (Burned out light over the license plate on two occasions and 5 miles over the speed limit on the third). One trooper even searched my car because it was after midnight, and when he asked where I was coming from I responded, truthfully, Memphis. Apparently, that was cop code for "illegal stuff in the car." Sorry, Officer Arsehat, I value my child, personal liberty, career and LIFE too much to be that STUPID.

Fact--I checked my myspace page (no, I haven't deleted it yet.... don't judge me!!) and discovered a friend request from my ex-husband. *blank stare* From whom I have been divorced for about a decade n a half.... Yeah.... I don't get it either. Marc was amused. Not sure why. But he's all full of white boy jokes now n whatnot. Funny man, my boo. o_O

Fact--I plucked my eyebrows almost into oblivion tonite. That has nothing to do with anything.

It just is.

Ok, I promise a better post soon, but this is better than nothing. Or maybe it isn't. Oh, well, we'll get over it!