Be vewy vewy quiet... we're hunting the puwple faiwie!

I'm tired and grouchy today because I got no sleep and got into an argument with R this morning. Add to that, it is Monday and chilly and raining. And to top it all off, my internet connection was down at home ALL WEEKEND LONG and is STILL down.

Excuse me while I foam at the mouth for a while.

*drool snort howl convulse drool*

Ok, that's a little better. On with the story.

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Many a child has wondered.. what do fairies do? I found out this weekend.

Fairies traipse thru the woods. Tra la la la

Fairies chase bubbles (while Fairie Mama runs around them snapping pictures).

Fairies plop down in the middle of a field to swill lemonade and fairie punch and devour french fries and blooming onions that will result in very stinky fairie poots later that evening that make little fairies giggle while holding their noses.

Fairie mamas also inhale frozen mochas and welcome the brain freeze because a caffeine rush is so desperately needed.

Kind strangers take pictures of fairies while they are still and disheveled, yet unsuspecting (well, sort of).

Lastly little fairies get disappointed (while Fairie Mama is highly annoyed) when they can't find the purple fairie with big wings to give them a prize that was promised to them at the entrance gate by fairie employees. Grr.

And lo, what is this group holding signs next to the entrance after a quarter mile walk from the parking fields? Why, it's right wing religious zealot muggles protesting a Fairie Festival! Huzzah! What's that you say, kind sir? That I'm going to hell if my young daughters and I play dress up for a while? That is very rude, kind sir, to try to scare my children. And I tell you as much and make you feel ashamed, as you should have. Double Grr.

And little do you know, you would get your comeuppance later that day, for when we left, I spied that you had stepped into a magical fairy ring... of hostile adult fairies and police.

Twinkle twinke, baby.