The Circus, Part Deux

Circus time finally arrived, after repeated cries of "is it time to go?" all day. Piglet left the field in the middle of his t-ball game to ask if it was time to go yet. Finally, 6:00. We drive 30 minutes to Winchester, park at the mall, and get into a line approximately one quarter to one half a mile long. I know it's supposedly the largest show in the world under the bigtop, but come on! I immediately upgraded our tickets to VIP, lest we have to sit up with the acrobats.


After a delightful forty five minutes in line, I see my former new husband. He's not as nearly as dashing or european without the scarf. He tries to lure me with treats:



When that doesn't work, he tries the sexy pose:



Alas, Piglet has picked out a new daddy:



But, being the picky ho that I am, I leave him for Reynaldo:





Seriously, anyone want to go halfsies on a circus? I am talking money machine.

$44 to get in, and that's with Piglet being free.

$5 popcorn

$5 cold, half raw hot dog that was immediately trashed

$5 small cup soda (flat)

$10!! funnel cake

$15 stoopid light up gun that's driving me insane



Potential business partners, please e-mail me.

It's a circus around here!

Piglet and I went to the raising of the circus bigtop this morning at the ungodly hour of 7:00.
He rode a pony:



Got his face painted:


And I met my new husband:

He's very European and stylish. Unfortunately, he has a significant other:

So we are sad:

We go home and distract ourselves with mindless computer drivel to mend our broken heart.

The actual circus is tomorrow. Our heads may very well explode before then.