Everyone who knows me probably knows that I love a good Renaissance Fair. This year was fabulous, complete with jousting, fire performance, armored combat, and homemade cream soda. But the overall highlight had to be the ax and knife throwing place.
Turns out, I'm awesome at ax throwing (which was very invigorating), but knife throwing is a bit harder. My friend may have hit the target more than me when it came to the knives. So, I immediately insisted we wait in line so I could reclaim my title.
What can I say? I'm not competitive at all when it comes to medieval weapons.
Also, my favorite overheard lines are from when we went to use the restroom, which had about ten stalls in it.
Mom: "Are you in the bathroom?"
Daughter (who's pretty young): "Yes."
Mom: "Do you need help?"
Daughter: "Yes."
Mom: "Where are you?"
Daughter: "In the bathroom."
Me, dying of laughter, internally thinks: Aren't we all...aren't we all...
