To say I was shocked that I squandered all my time to prepare for the Cousin's Carnie would be a big understatement.
Appalled. Disturbed. Not covering it.
How in the world did I let 3 months pass and I'm still not completely ready? What in the H?
You know how, on Episode V, where Vader's all,
"No, I am your father."
And then Luke's all, "No. . . that's not true. . . that's impossible! NOOOOOO!"
It was not nearly that kind of shock. But kinda close.
So, just so ya know,
I'll be elbow deep in carnie projects from here to the actual event. Girdin' up my loins. Mind if I share what's in thee ole noggin?
"Well I have a microphone, and you don't. So you will listen to every d#$% word I have to say!"
I love that movie.
Carnie food decision is finalized.
Hot dogs, popcorn,
snowcones, unshelled peanuts, cotton candy, licorice ropes, those awesome swirly lollipops (how can you have a carnie without swirly lollipops?? I ask you??), nachos. . .
I have enough packaging to last a few annual carnies.
Note: I am not responsible for children's midnight barfings.
Tokens, tickets, prizes that are total and complete junk-- the kind moms huck in the garbage when the kids aren't looking. . .
it's all coming together in a nice little package.
Signs, photo booths. . .
cut out the faces today with the ole jigsaw. Got jiggy with it.
That was lame.
So, what's left?
Touched up my ginormous Wheel 'O Fortune this afternoon. But how to make it spin? What kind of hardware does that entail?
The signs? Little booths? Where does it end? Where does it begin? Where is my brain?