Once again Andrew and I went to the state fair.
We figured it may be one of the last ones we get to go to since he is having to look for a job out of state.
The day we went was perfect. The morning was a little breezy and it warmed up to a good temp by the after noon. I think we were there for 9 hours-which was a major accomplishment considering I was still gimping around, and Andrew had pinched a nerve in his back the night before.
I don't think I could ever get tired of the state fair. I LOVE the people watching, and the awful-for-you-but-so-good food. My goal this year was to actually eat something from a stick. Did I? Nope! I was going to get in line, but it was a long long line. And I just settled for something else. I can't quite remember everything we ate there, but we did come home with an awesome handmade vase from Poland-on sale- because that's how I shop!
After walking for hours we decided to sit for a while in the arena. Stinky. I wanted to see a horse show, but we were not sure if we came on the wrong day, and we didn't want to sit through the stinky cow part. We sat for as long as we could, and left. People came in there eating and drinking. EWW. The smell that fills that place is FLOATING COW POOP. And your eating it.
YUM.
This is what happens every time we get into the car, however long/short the drive.
He is kinda like a baby, in the sense that if I want him to nap, I put him in the passenger seat and go for a drive. I think he has even fallen asleep on the way to the grocery store.
I love that boy.
By the time we got home my feet were soo dirty. I wore my lovely comfortable Chacos (if you don't have a pair you are truly missing out) and I think my feet attracted all the dirt from the fair.
I hope we are here next year to go, if not wherever we move better have something on a stick!
you have weird toes. how can we even be sisters, nothing about us is the same, even our toes...
ReplyDeletetalking of the fair makes me want cheese curds.
and corn.
and nitro ice cream.
and cotton candy.
and martha's cookies.
and cold milk.
and a corn dog.
and something weird deep fried on a stick....
ps- we ate in the arena last year while we watched the HS rodeo... it tasted even better with the floating cow poop.
How do I have weird toes? Yours are the weird ones. Remember how you were adopted? That's how.
ReplyDeleteYou ate in the cow barn. YOU? That shocks me.
Maybe, if you would have joined us this year we could have eaten all the wonderful food you spoke of.