Our first grade field trip to the farm this week… Peter would run away to be a bee keeper. This was the highlight of his trip to the farm. That is him in the ball cap. I love the personality of goats. My “animal personality” might be a goat. The “goat me” gets […]
Saturdays I often spend looking at our family pictures and sorting them on the computer. So many of them make me cry-laugh. I will post a picture or two on Saturdays and let you come up with a caption. On Monday I will choose my favorite and put that person’s site as a trackback on my Monday post.
Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
I may be on the “No Chaperone” list after this field trip.
This is a story about how happy I was to not be the person, for once, that the horribly embarrassing moment happened to and whether or not I was the person who stepped up to help the poor thing. Nothing ends well with a mother chaperoning her sons school field trip to a renaissance festival.