notice how my hair matches my belt? that, sadly, is a coincidence. rich came up with all sorts of pseudowitty petty humiliations for my hair color: "isn't your hair supposed to match your belt? no wait, that's your shoes...or is it your purse?" assclown.gus and i went to go see bigfoot at rich ford this weekend, and gus was fairly frightened. i don't blame him--the aisle the guy drove through was like 20 feet wide and, aside from being deafeningly loud, the driver seemed a bit overeager to show off how he could almost tip the truck for the entertainment of us gawkers. gus kept backing away from the security tape...just a little more...and a little more... the driver only made two passes to smush the junker cars, but that was enough excitement for us--gus looked mighty relieved when it was over, exactly like his first experience seeing a monster truck at zangara dodge (across the street from rich ford) in 2004. watch the movie here.
gus pretending to have fun
after the engine turned on this his hands were glued to his ears (and if i had half a clue, i would have brought earplugs)
i thought it was kinda cool, though
"thank god that's over! where's the bouncy house?"
i'm sure gus is thinking "is this going to fall on me? am i going to die?" the whole time is was taking this shot...i am a very mean mom.
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