We are off to the fair. Not just any fair, but this fair. Having grown up in a state known more for its livestock than its population, this is like stepping back in time for me every time we go. Farm animals, pig races, demolition derby, meat on a stick...this is what summer is all about.
Now I just have to remind the girls that those stupid flip flops they wear everywhere are probably not appropriate for the county fair. I'm pretty sure neither of my girls defines happiness as a hot, sunny day spent walking for hours with chicken shit and saw dust caked between their toes.
2 comments:
haha thanks for the visuals, I love my flip flops and wear them year round. But thanks for the warning lol
I love the fall fairs. I haven't been for a very long time. They just moved ours from it's 150 year old location (which was sold for a housing development) to a new site which I'm sure I won't enjoy.
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