Sixth anniversary
Last Saturday was our sixth wedding anniversary. So we spent the day like newlyweds. Heh. No, not really. D went to a men's breakfast at church and then came home and replaced an outdoor faucet that had burst over the winter (yes, it was my fault; I didn't remove the hose). That took a couple of hours and help from a neighbor. After we got all cleaned up, we went to Abuelo's for lunch. Undoubtedly some of the best Mexican food I've ever had, and certainly the best thing this area has going! When that was over, we came home and took a nap. Yep, we're just like newlyweds!
After our nap, we got ourselves together (finally) and went to a local carnival. We rode the ferris wheel (called something else), the Black Widow, the Ion, and one more thing. You know that the Black Widow (called the spider a lot of other places) and the Ion go up and down in the air, spinning you around. Well, those didn't me sick. Nope, not a bit. They sort of hurt my neck a little, but otherwise, I was good. What made me sick? This. I thought it would be fine, as the little cars just run around on a track, not leaving the ground or anything. That's what I thought until we started going backward. 
I survived, but just barely. After that, all I could take was the ferris wheel, leaving D to ride the bumper cars and black widow alone. When he was in line for his last solo ride, he sold his remaining tickets to some girl, six for $1. She was all over that! Her friends were even kind of disappointed that he didn't have more to sell.
We had a lot of fun. It was great to just laugh and enjoy the rides, even though this was evidently the ghetto carnival and a town over has a much nicer fair. We don't live there, and D's bosses didn't see fit to tell him this city's carnival is ghetto. Maybe we'll make our way to it if it's in town when we have money again.
Oh, and lunch from Abuelo's held us both over for the rest of the day. That's right, aside from a funnel cake and a cherry Coke, we had no need for more food that day. We both had the fajita chimichanga (D had the steak, and I had the chicken and only half of that!). Turned out to be for the best, esp. since that danged ride nearly killed me!
