It has been my goal---nay, my obsession---to win a huge stuffed animal at a carny game. It didn't matter where the opportunity arose: Valley Fair, the amusement park at the Mall of America, a county fair, even some rinky dink carnival during the 4th of July.
Oh, I won little things from time to time; but, it didn't satisfy my hunger. At first, Mocha-momma could not fathom this innate need of mine to conquer this Mt. Everest of carnival games. She could not believe I would spend $10-15 bucks throwing ping-pong balls at floating cups, or trying to land a wiffle ball in a colored space without dropping down a losing hole, or taking a basketball shot at a basket with the rim about one centimeter larger than the diameter of the ball. Eventually it turned into a family joke, and she lightened up on me about this addiction I had. I always told her, once I hit the big one, I would retire.
Well, I hit the big one.
We had our company picnic today at Valley Fair amusement park. I had my addiction under control. I had only spent $2 bucks for 7 balls on the wiffle ball toss. That was going to be it. Then, walking pass the ring toss game, I put my hand in my pocket and came up with 4 quarters. One dollar for 5 chances at the big one. MM gave me the nod to go for it. The first three clanked around the bottles and dropped harmlessly in between. I said a quick prayer, and lo and behold, BAM, right on the money. I casually tossed the last one, and heard those words I've been waiting to hear for years---which color monkey do you want?
Give me the purple, it will match the decor in Hannah's room.