The County Fair
"A small town is a place where there's no place to go where you shouldn't."
Yesterday we took in the enormity that is our county fair. And it was all that it could be and more. I passed up the daytime pig catching contest to attend in the evening.
Ominous skies prevailed as night drew upon us and it was quite lovely.
I came across a llama and pronounced that I would need one for my birthday. Secret Agent Man pronounced that he needed a hay baler. I think he and I have struck a deal.
As the night came to a close we rounded up the chiclets and headed back to the farmette.
Another year must pass before we do it all again. The candy, the rides, the queasiness....
Toots is not sure she can make it that long.
*On a special note I would like to report that I saw a, "gentleman", with a t-shirt that read: "Trust me...I'm a doctor".
Trust ME when I say he was most certainly NOT a doctor.