Well tonight we went to a place called Dave and Busters and all I can say is OH MY WORD pass the Prozac here please. It was like a bad acid trip (well I'm assuming anyway, I've never had
This was over stimulation at its finest. Before dinner we had just spent about 2 and a half hours at Ikea. So we went from bad to worse.
We had dinner, the highlight of dinner was watching my kids make there straws rise out of their Root Beers like magic
Then it was straight to Bozo the clowns worse nightmare.
I took Hannah around to play some games and after she had accumulated 132 tickets.
How much money does it take to get 132 tickets?
Well about 20 hard earned American dollars.
And what do you get for 20 hard earned dollars or 132 tickets.
A blinky ring that impails your fingertip when it is turned off and on.
And 3 small plastic freebies, that I'm sure if I go into my old Mardi Gras stuff in the attic I can find the same ones.
As I waited for the kids and Brian to finish playing a racing game, I found spot to sit.
And was pleasantly surprised to find out it was a vibrating machine gun game.
Hey don't judge me, there's nothing wrong with a girl enjoying a little friendly gun fire :)