1 circus, 3 hours, 7 bathroom breaks, lions, tigers, elephants, clowns, 25,000 screaming kids, and panic inducing wall to wall people all trying to leave at the same time while I carry Trot in my arms, try to keep and eye on Ciera, and pray Rakes doesn't let go of his Mom's hand before we get outside.
Those people trying to sell me $9 sno-cones and $15 dollar light up spinning things every 5 feet have no idea how close one of them came to having a visit with their friendly neighborhood proctologist.
My monthly Saturday day off never seems to be very relaxing.
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