Thursday, March 09, 2006

HNT

No photo this week. I'm going to tell an embarrassing story instead. Don't you just love those?

Back in 2000, M and I went to the now-defunct Whalom Park (yes, I too am sad, Jody). Beforehand, we'd made a bunch of food at the condo. We walked around a bit, then M started bugging me to go on some rides. We went on the Sizzler, and my belly started to ache. I mentioned it to M, then said one of the stupidest things I've ever said: "Let's go on the pirate ship. Maybe it will soothe my belly."

You see where this is going, don't you?

The boat started rocking just a little. And let me tell you, kids, I should never have come knocking. I tried to not get sick. I really did. But the first heave of the boat, and I...wow. Right in front of my then-boyfriend. He felt bad, but there was nothing he could do. The ride was already in motion.

I felt seasick for two days afterwards. And every time we pass a carnival that has a pirate ship ride, my ballbuster husband says, "Hey, maybe we should go on the pirate ship. You know, it might soothe your belly."
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