wakeupcall
Well-Known Member
Yesterday we went to the Astros baseball game. We all had our fair share of junk food, but close to the end of the game, difficult child said he wanted cotton candy. The vendor was just at the top of the stairs, so I told him he could go get it and come right back. After he was out of earshot, I asked husband if he gave him some money and he said, no. So I said, well, he'll be back in a minute. No deal. After a few minutes, here he came with not one, but two, bags of cotton candy. One for me and one for him (I love the stuff) and he bought it with his OWN MONEY!!!! Now you know how expensive food is at the ball games...it was TEN bucks for two bags of cotton candy!! No kiddin', I CRIED!!! There IS hope somewhere!!!!!!
After all the stimulation of the game, though, we had a rough evening. M*A*N*I*C.....the rest of the evening.
After all the stimulation of the game, though, we had a rough evening. M*A*N*I*C.....the rest of the evening.