We had a really great time with all the festivities....
That was until I made the choice to accompany my father on The Zipper.
For some reason, I thought I could handle this ride. I was very... VERY wrong. I ended up screaming for half the ride "I'M DONE... LET ME OFF... I'M DONE... STOP... PLEASE STOP". Meanwhile the ride kept going and going and going while I was on the verge of an anxiety attack. I broke out into a full-body sweat and by the time I got off my forearms and hands were shaky and all pins and needles. As a got off the operator said to me "Bah, you'll be fine".
My family has strict instructions to NEVER allow me to even entertain the idea of going on that death trap again!!
Counting calories and the fair don't mix, so I'll be back on top of that tomorrow. The mini donuts were good while they lasted. Thank goodness I believe in moderation!
Right now I'm just hoping I don't have nightmares of that stupid ride.