...I spent twelve hours...
Hence, New Thing #61: I spent twelve hours riding the kids rides at Camp Snoopy at Knott's Berry Farm.
A couple of notes:
--I took my friend Carol's two sons, so she could have a day without the kids.
--I look dreadful in these pictures. (Check out the wings in my hair.)
--Seriously, these are some of the worst photos ever.
--I mean, seriously.
--That thing they say about your hair looking its best (or whatever it is they say) the day after you've washed it? Yeah, um, not always true.
--Apparently, I love -ly words.
--I didn't take these photos. The kids did.
A couple more notes:
--Twelve hours at Knott's Berry Farm is a long time.
--Twelve hours at Camp Snoopy is even longer.
--I don't recommend it. (But the kids had fun.) (So if you're a kid, I recommend it.)
--I just looked at these photos again. Oh. My. God. I can't believe I'm posting them on my blog. If I ever want to get a date out of my blog, I really shouldn't be posting these pictures. (And I'd be kidding myself if I told you I didn't want to get a date out of my blog.) (Even though I've sworn off internet dating, I still think that getting a date out of my blog is its own valid thing.) (And I know I've technically already gotten a date out of my blog--the one I had with my NBFF Bonnie--which should really progress to a second date, and soon--but I would also like to get a man date out of my blog.) (One of these days.)