I am gettin’ really sloppy about posting blog entries lately. Now I do have an excuse for yesterday, I was a bit under the weather. And Monday I was very busy… and a bit under the weather. I am still a bit under the weather, but I was going crazy from staying home all day Tuesday.

The fair is in town this week and we took the kids Monday as it was free admission that night (yep, we is cheap). Now I am all for going to a fair, it is just that I really hate the rides, you know the kind, those that are in this traveling association, they go from fair to fair. The hawkers are always trying to get you to play their games by seducing you with prizes. I fell for that once. I spent like $15 bucks to get my sister-in-law (back before she was my sister-in-law, when she openly flaunted that she had me wrapped around her little finger… long story) this stuffed animal. I could have gone to Wal-Mart and gotten her two really goods ones for that. Okay, so the lip-lock she gave me afterward when no one was looking made up for it, I still have scars from her tongue trying to rip out my larynx.

Uhm, what was I talking about. Oh yeah, about how I hate sauerkraut. Wait a minute, I happen to like sauerkraut.

Okay, I was talking about fair rides. I really do like the rides, well some of them, not that big twirlly thing that goes round real fast and puts you upside down when it swings. Kinda like this ride…

…except the seats go round and round as well.

My sister-in-law talked me into riding a similar ride… before she was my sister-in-law. Yes, that red hair, green eyes, pale complexion, fine young thing pretty much had me by the balls drooling. Okay, so just about any guy would go weak kneed if a gorgeous young woman was nibbling at his ear. In her defense, she knew I wouldn’t “do” anything and that she could flirt and tease all she wanted without repercussions… at least from me. She is still a bit of a flirt with me, just not around my wife, her husband, or her mother. And she had this friend that was always trying to one-up her in the flirting department. Pitch black hair, fine figure, very pretty. She of the “I’m not just going to flirt, I gonna make Michael need a cold shower” who one day to my surprise proved to me that all her hair was pitch black. Yes, people, she dropped her pants to get my “opinion” on her new trim job. I am thankful that this young lady is now in college far, far away.

I’ve gotten off topic again.

What was I talking about?

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