Hubby and I took the kids to the circus this past weekend. I'd like to say that all the bright colors and fanciful atmosphere inspired new creations, but all I can really say is "$24 FOR COTTON CANDY!" That, and "clowns are creepy". I've never been a big fan of clowns. It may have something to do with watching Poltergeist at the drive-in at age 5, or maybe reading Stephen King's "It" while I was in elementary school, I dunno. Anyway, I'm now broken when it comes to clowns. I don't see them as happy, goofy, bringers of joy. I see them as creepy, evil-doers who must wear make-up because they're hiding something. The kids thought they were great, which I'm glad for, but one of the clowns touched me, and I thought I was gonna barf. That, or punch him. Yuck!

The best part of the circus, according to the kids, was the elephants. Because they did such neat tricks? No. Beacuse while they did such neat tricks, they pooped all over each other. There's nothing like a little, ok, a lot, of dung to really get the crowd going. It's been 3 days and the kids still say stuff like, "Remember when the elephants were standing on their heads, and that one big one had diarrhea?" Ah, good times. I spent $100 to look at poop. :)