Hello, everyone. Oh my God, it's like a cloudy little day. I'm in a leather jacket. I'm so cold because I'm so thin. And I also probably have syphilis because I went to the circus yesterday.

In this week's rendition, wow, we're 10 seconds in of, girl, you good?

The answer is still no.

Yesterday, I had the brave idea.

I was driving to a local czar. I needed to pick up some ponds for Clyde.

And I was headed to my local Zara and I see a circus tent. And immediately, you know,

all eyes on me in the center of the ring is like a circus uh-huh and I thought oh my god what a cute

childhood memory to take Clyde to the circus like who even knew the circus was still a thing

so I pull over I take a picture of the sign I park at the local Zara and I buy some tickets

front row flexi flex to the 11 a.m. Saturday matinee circus performance.

Okay. I go home. I tell Andrew, I'm like, guess what? I bought tickets to take Clyde to the circus tomorrow.

He's like, girl, you good? I said, no, Andrew, I'm not good. I said, sorry for trying to create

childhood memories, okay? Sorry for trying to, I don't know, create special activities.

Sorry for trying to invigorate the spirit of our two and a half year old with the pomp and

circumstance of the circus, okay? Sorry that I love Leon Lockin,

and I want to spend my Saturday in a tent with swamp ass watching the fucking circus. Then,

like later that night, I had a couple martinis. I started really thinking about it. And then I

started getting resentful, really to myself for even buying circus tickets,

because then I'm like, are circuses like, A, still a thing? B, can I get canceled for this

circus? C, this is the last thing I want to do, but I was still like going to die on the hill that

I was bleeding out for the family and creating like wonderful memories and all of the things.

So whether or not I actually wanted to go, we were going and we were excited about it.

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