I went on an upside down ride for the very first time on Friday. It was AMAZING! Not so much because of the churning of my alcohol infused stomach contents, but the fact that I did not ralph everywhere made my night. As a child, I was plagued by ear infections and one such ailment had a rapid onset during our family flight to Ontario when I was a wee lass of 5. My eardrum perforated and I've been a clumsy oaf ever since. Seriously, elevators give me wicked vertigo. Balance is not my forte.
Anyway, our local fairgrounds puts on a mega spooky fun time event with haunted houses and people dressed up with fake chainsaws and such. After years of vowing to go, my crew finally ponied up the $30 with no regrets. I have to admit, I was pretty nervous about this festive endeavour though.
Sadly, once again home time rolled around. We bounced off to the bus stop, our hearts full of glee and our tummies starting to settle after all that activity and excitement. Huddling together on the small bench was the only way to make it through waiting for the bus in the brisk October night. We left our bat buddy hanging at the bus shelter as a spooky surprise for a bleary eyed homeless person to find when they curled up on the bench for a rest.