Guess my age!

Last month we went to the Ex which was a farm exhibition back when the earth was cooling but now is an extravaganza of greasy fried foods and rickety rides on which to potentially forcibly expell those fried foods. It was a blast. We did everything we could. We did the aforementioned rides and "food", saw a terrific band (Bedouin Soundclash... if you've never heard of them, get thee to iTunes) and trolled the midway.

On the midway was a stall where a questionable "woman" claimed she could guess your age within 1 year or you win a toy. Well, me being the vain, egomaniac I am (fuelled but you people constantly telling me I look young for my age), I thought I'd try to stump her.

She looked me up and down and in 5 seconds wrote down a number on her little white board. She showed it to the gathering crowd then made me speak my age into a microphone (the greasy-haired sadist). The crowd started to whoop and holler. "I won!" I thought, mentally picking out the tiny stuffed ladybug. Then she turned the whiteboard around where it read "41". Dammit!! And I had just turned 42 the weekend before. I knew I shouldn't have shown up with my family. She must have seen my hubby and the kids and guessed it from them. Stupid family cost me my ladybug. Hmph.

What's that saying? A fool and her money are soon parted? That describes me and my loonie.

kxx

"Ya get ketch!"

Today's title is something my dad often says in his patois infused english. It means "you got caught". And I did. I was busted in that last week I knew I would be too busy to post, wrote every NFB post last weekend and post dated them to come out each day last week. I'm going to be honest with you: I hardly even had time to check back here. And I was right to do it. The kids and I had an amazing time on my last week off.

Among other places we went to a Reptile Zoo, a place that's all mazes, the national art gallery and the "Ex" which used to be a farm/4H exhibition but has since evolved into an orgy of musical acts, rides, midway and crappy carnival foods plus a couple of animals and pie judging for some old-timey mystique. We had a ball and it was really fun to get back to enjoying the kids again instead of feeling like they're 3 little beings that I constantly nag in a seemingly neverending loop. I'm basking in the afterglow. I love them. I really love them.

So today my blog will return to it's freshly minted goodness. Well, not 100% fresh since I wrote this Friday, and frankly, good is relative. But you get what you get. You know you still love me.

kxx