The fact that roller coasters make me want to hurl...
Means that I'm gettin' OLD!
Pumpkin and I took Middle Chicklet and Baby Chicklet to Six Flags over Georgia.
Part of our Spring Break Fiesta.
Baby Chicklet couldn't find anyone to go with him.
All of his friends, who have COOL parents, were at the beach.
That meant he was stuck with ME for the day!
Now, flashback to the past, I LOVE roller coasters.
The bigger - the BETTER.
Now, flash to the present...
Roller coasters = nausea!
Middle Chicklet patiently waits in line for THE roller coaster - Goliath.
It was our first of the day.
Sadly, for my tummy, not the last.
After two, I desperately needed a break.
We met up with Pumpkin and Baby Chicklet for some yummy Dippin' Dots.
Where I begged and pleaded for Pumpkin to swap with me and let me ride the kiddie rides with Baby Chicklet.
No such luck.
After HOURS of roller coasters and near vomit, it was time to go.
But not before a soothing ride on the train.
Even if I have to drive the beach to GET one!