  Before I insult half of my readership ( that's my husband and maybe two more of you)  I want to apologize. nbsp;  I& nbsp; don't mean any disrespect with what you're about to read. nbsp;  That said,  if you're too sensitive or you're suffering from PMS this week,  read on at your own risk or skip this post entirely.
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 I have to go to the midwest next week to introduce our son to my inlaws.
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 I hate the midwest.
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 I was born on a coast and I grew up on another ( better)  coast and I think the midwest is just this vast waste of space sandwiched between coastlines.
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 And don't ask me,  either,  why the fuck we're going in August- of all months.
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 I guess I just wanted to experience hell at full furnace.  My only saving grace is that I'm meeting one of my dearest friends who moved from LA back to the midwest ( poor dear)  and we're going to Cedar Point for a day.
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 I've never been to Cedar Point but I'm crazy about amusement parks.
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 Love 'em.
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 Granted,  I get to stand in line for three hours for each ride&
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with&
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fellow fudgies&
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in 80%  humidity;  but isn't that just the part of the fun?
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 So now I'm entreating you to make this entry interactive.
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 If you've been to Cedar Point recently,  post&
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me a comment and let me know which rides to avoid and which ones&
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are worth the wait.
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 I'll be reporting from hell regularly. and will even throw in a few audio blogs for your listening pleasure.
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