... although I will be the first to admit that it seemed to me less that Marisa wanted to go to the fair for her birthday and more she wanted to treat the broke as all hell, hardly any money for food, destitute Galindo family to the fair.
Not that I minded, mind you. Hell no. Beggars definitely cannot be choosers and I am definitely a beggar.
We had a lot of fun in the few hours that we were there. Better still, there was hardly anybody there to be annoyed by. Still, though, a small part of me felt a slight pang of guilt from having no money for parking or my ticket or for tickets for Emerald to ride stuff or money for food or drinks.
But another, much bigger part of me was like HELL YEAH, WE AT THE FAIR, BITCHES!!!!!
Isabela displayed a strange mutant power to look directly into the soul of a goat and steal its soul. It's an amazing trick ...
That was my fourth year of going to the state fair with Natasha, my wonderful wife. It was also my fourth year of going with Emerald, my darling girl. It was little eleven month old Isabela's first year going to the fair and she loved it, especially loving her first taste of cotton candy. And it was year three for me and Marisa.
The next two pictures are very much related ...
A lot of fun was had by all. However, I still get the suspicion that I am a bad person for allowing the birthday girl to treat me and my family to the fair. But if it wasn't for her we wouldn't have been able to afford the fair at all.
That just goes to show how wonderful Marisa is and how she really seems to somehow care about me and my strange, broke, offensive and partially mexican family. So thank you very much, Marisa. We had an awesome time.
Feeling pretty good. I was really down for a while there but I'm trying to think less about money and bills and growing up and just learn to live in the moment. Last night helped with that a lot.
Now I have a much needed day off and I'm going to spend it doing jack sheee-it.