Circus

We went to the circus the other night. My favorite part was the Rolling Diamonds, roller skaters on a platform several feet up. T enjoyed the pigs of course, evidenced by our freezer full of pork. He also seemed to notice all the groady details of circus performance like when the performing goats humped a little before their number was over and like when the performing dogs enjoyed a little snack of goat droppings before their number was over. It was like I was at the circus with two kids, a little one who kept saying, "How does she do that?" or "How does he do that?" and a big junior high age one. The finale involved a little too much patriotism for my liking and I think we could have done without the National Anthem in the beginning especially since it seemed to put a girl four rows in front of us into a seizure. The clown medics were right on task though and no, their O2 tank did not shoot out confetti, it really had oxygen in it. Did you know that blue cotton candy turns poop green? I guess I am just as juvenile.





This one is for you weasel.