I had to delete everyone off the RSS feed, so if you’re reading this, you need to re-sign up. You have to be approved, so put something like “I read your entry and want to be re-approved” in the comment box. I had to do this because my harasser was on the RSS feed to get access to my entries and photos. Persistent bitch, isn’t she? She read my entry about craving sex from my husband and sent me a nasty little note calling me a “dirty, dirty slut”. Um…One of the perks of marriage is a life-long permission slip from God to have as much (or as little) sex with your partner as you both want/can have. Her common sense is right up there with that freaky Canadian who called an Asian blogger the *N* word. Never heard Asians called that before. Ahh the internet. It opens up all sorts of craziness. Literally. These people truly believe what they put out there, no matter how stupid it seems to the rest of the world. Anyone who tells them any differently is clearly psycho.

Onto better things.

Last night was bittersweet and wonderful. I wasn’t able to walk around much, nor was I able to ride any of the roller coasters at the fair. I was able to ride the sky ride a few times, mostly to get to the other side of the midway. There was the Giant Wheel. It’s a huge ferris wheel in the center of the fairgrounds. I love that ride, especially at night. The wildest thing I rode? The swings. Yes, I suffered a bad back spasm afterward. Getting in line for the merry go round, the pain was pretty bad. Dennis took out my pill box and gave me the pills. I swallowed them without a second thought. I just wanted the pain gone so badly. How dare it rob me of my fun? How dare I get hurt while trying to take photos of my daughter on rides and holding stuffed toys or of her and her daddy sharing the same ice cream cone? How dare I have to take narcotics in the middle of a fun night.

Getting on the pink reindeer on the merry go round, my head started tingling. I knew what that meant. Soon I would become a living zombie. I wouldn’t remember anything after the tingling stopped. Not until morning. Chloe was perched on a blue reindeer and Dennis was on an orange lion. I reached out and took Chloe’s hand, then Dennis’ hand. I was sitting between them, our animals were parallel. The tingling became more intense. I rested my head against the pole in front of me, glancing over at Dennis. “Tonight was the best,” I said, with a small smile. The alarm rang indicating the ride was going to start. Chloe jerked her hand away and grabbed a hold of the pole to her blue reindeer. The merry go round started slowly. My pink reindeer slowly started to climb above Dennis’ lion. It was a huge merry go round. The higher my reindeer climbed, the less intense the tingling in my head was. Slowly, my hand slipped out of Dennis’ as my reindeer peeked, and Dennis’ lion descended to nearly the ground. The tingling in my head stopped. As did my memory.