Life Sucks. Here's a Sandwich.

...I think it would taste bitter and delicious all at once.

Sandwich Fair! Other than of course the Highland Games and Halloween, this is the highlight of my year. No, not a fair centered on sandwiches, but a little country fair in a town called Sandwich (which is awesome, and I almost want to live there just so I can say I live in a sandwich).
Of course James went with me, as he has every year since highschool. I suppose that wouldn't be all that surprising of a tradition-- fairs and friends, makes sense, right?-- except that the fair, for him, is a form of torture. Why, you ask? Because I like rides, the spin-y-er the better, and James likes his stomach to stay where it is. He KNOWS that every time he goes to the fair I am going to make him go on those rides, and yet he still goes every year. The past few years, he's brought his girlfriend Vicki along so that SHE can go on the rides with me, but this year she bailed.
Her loss, because we went on a helicopter! Helicopters don't really fly, they're just so ugly the earth repels them. They ARE, however, amazing. James let me sit in the front with the pilot (headphones and everything! The pilot was very amusing.) so I got the most incredible view, with glass all around me and even right up to my feet.

Kate-- I think you should take Mom to the fair.

They also had a new ride this year! Like my favorite one (the one James refuses to go on ever again, he says) only it drops you, AND you twist around upside-down. James refused to go on, so obviously the entire time waiting in line, and then once he was strapped in, he was informing me that he hated me. It's a lie; he totally loves me, ESPECIALLY since I force him to prove he's tougher than he thinks he is. If I didn't torture him with fair rides, the fair wouldn't be as much fun.


Oh, and because I'm lovely, the night before, I gave him a little bottle of Ouzo and another of Absinthe, and made him shoot both, no chaser. Yeah, I'm a total sweetheart.

End of the day, we hit up the bee stand (another tradition), and then James's mom, whom I adore, made us dinner, and his two labs (Seamus and Sully) sat on me and tried to lick my eyeballs.

And now, for your moment of Zen: