I’ve had a hell of a couple of weeks, y’all. As of today, I’ve had it up to *here* with this whole being an adult/parenting gig. I’m done. Fini. Caput.
After much consideration, I’ve made a life-changing decision – I’m running away from home and joining the circus. Who’s with me?
Ahhh…just think about it. The freedom. The thrills. The sparkly costumes. Not to mention all of the travel and potential for adventure. I mean, who hasn’t fantasized about a late-night rendezvous behind the big-top, with a toothless carny? No one? Really? Hmm…odd.
Of course, I’m going to need some sort of a talent. Knife juggling, maybe?
Nah. I need something with a bit more glitz and glamour. How about joining a super-cool trapeze act?
I don’t think so. I’m not all that fond of heights. Hmm…this looks fun.
I’ve got it! Now this is what I’m talking about! Glamour! Excitement! A really neat-o co-star!
That outfit is a tad skimpy. I may need to start working out.
TAKE ME WITH YOU! I have always thought I would make a hell of a circus horse rider. Give me a costume with a giant feather headdress and set me free.
I just got the best image in my head. Picture a bunch of wayward moms, dressed in sequins and feathers, wrecking havoc across the world. It’d be awesome!
Get a chair and whip to train kids like they do lions and you’ll be rich!
Brilliant! Except, I’m pretty sure Child Protective Services would NOT be amused…
Hang on…lemme pack real quick…
And the Wayward Mothers Traveling Circus was born…
I am so with you! After whipping up ten thousand dinners in 30 minutes after work, I think I should have that knife throwing thing down pat!
I LOVE it!!! Awesome pics and awesome post!
Thank you so very much!