Not a single one. But when I went to the PNE this weekend, I watched enough Superdogs insanity, lost enough carnival games and ate enough cotton candy to last me through spring 2010.
They say the PNE is the best part of summer, and I might just agree if it didn’t herald the end of that season.
On a side note, aren’t pirates b-b-b-bad to the bone? Man, I love them.
Speaking of things I love — the farm exhibition part of the equation. It was full of so many adorable piglets and chicks and lambs, I just wanted to scoop them all up and snuggle them for days.
Which is about how long I’m going to be suffering from an overdose of deep-fried oreos.
Would I recommend them? Absolutely. Just not after a dinner of poutine, perogies and pizza.
‘Til next year, PNE. ‘Til next year.
