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Cotton Candy Is Not My Friend

There are some skills in life you should never learn.  That's right you heard me there are some skills in life you should never, never, never learn.  For example if you have made it to this point in your life without learning how to efficiently use a cotton candy machine.  Don't!!!!! Learning to use a cotton candy machine could lead to this.


Yes, this is me covered in cotton candy.  The blue stuff hanging from my eyelashes, and hair is not a fashion statement, it is COTTON CANDY!!! Why? You ask do I have cotton candy all over me, well I will tell you, for some reason each year at our elementary schools back to school carnival, I get to run the cotton candy machine. I use the term "get to" with a teeth grinding smile.  This year I even threatened that if I ran that machine it would be the only PTA related thing I did all year.  Notice the cotton candy hair, my threat did not work.  I wont go into the gory details of how many cotton candy sticks I made.  Or how I made enemies with anyone who ordered more than one cotton candy.  Lets just say that I may have earned myself the name "Cotton Candy Nazi."  Which I'm sure has nothing to do with the fact that I  kicked some people out of line.:) Not really, well maybe. 

At the end of the night after wearing gloves all night and 1/2 hour of scrubbing my hands with every chemical in our house my hands still looked like this.



I will say it again, NEVER LEARN TO USE A COTTON CANDY MACHINE!!!

The kids are counting down until Monday.  Everyone met their teacher last night, explored their classrooms, found out which friends they would be sharing the year with and are very much looking forward to the coming school year. Happy Back to school everyone.

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