I can’t stand school carnivals. They are hot and crowded and tedious. But, hey, off we went last night anyway. We stood in line after line so my daughter could toss bean bags into little holes or pennies into jars and win plastic spider rings or balloons. There was a haunted house, too. Or what passed for a haunted house. There was a bowl of goop that was supposed to be eyeballs and somebody rising out of a casket and a plastic skeleton. The big slide was my daughter’s favorite part.
My favorite part was the fortune teller. I decided to get my fortune told, too. So I sat down with a guy dressed in a Scream costume. He took my palm and told me I would live to be 100. He said my children would go to college and be successful and make a lot of money. I said that was good since someone would have to support me when I was 100 because I wasn’t planning to work that long. Then he fumbled around for a bit, told me to put my hands on the ball, and then said, I’m not very good at this. I said, no, you suck. LOL. I’m so mean. No, I promise I’m not. We were laughing. I was just giving him a hard time.
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