I went to the Ex today.
It was a nice day for it - sunny, but not too hot. We got there around 4 and walked around. (OK, mini-donuts came before the walking started.) There were a couple buildings of exhibits (not many, actually). After we had our bearings, we decided to go on a few rides.
The first one was the Tilt-a-Whirl. It lived up to its name. I felt like my face was trying to fly off. I don't recall ever feeling like that before.
Next was the Starship 2000 (which was probably a more impressive name in, say, 1982). I'd never been on that before (I've been very sheltered). I'm glad I did it, but again, it felt like my face was trying to fly off.
The third and final ride was the Polar Express. It has nothing to do with the movie, just with flying around in circles backwards.
(Can you tell I don't like heights?)
The last thing we did was play one game.
He was lonely. Luckily, I won the water gun game, so he got to come home with me. (I assume those extra flaps are to make it look like he has saggy skin, but it's possible he just has two sets of ears.)
I have no idea what I'm going to do with a foot-tall orange dog.
Now for a complete change of subject.
This year has been a good year for cucumbers. The problem is finding them before they're, well, this big:
It is thicker than my arm, and it's almost as long.
I'm lucky Wanda likes cucumbers.
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