It’s like freaking magic. I wrote a post about looking for hobbies and then had to go to the fair. The geometry class is required to attend the Lego team build at the fair. It was held in the “Home Arts” building, where the best part of all the “other than food” competitions are held. We were there a long time. It was a small fair.
Ground me long enough and I’ll do anything to get out of the house. She did it because she could. She volunteered, having never paid any attention to the Legos we bought when she was 5.
The waiting gave me time to explore the hobbies.
This is actually a breast cancer fundraiser.
Please, don’t miss the blue ribbon for the set. I think there are a freak or two passing out ribbons at the fair.
These guys didn’t have a lot of interest in the crafts. So, we went to see what else was out there.
Italian sausage sold by actual Italians.
Having never been to the fair before, Smalls was non-plussed by the livestock building. All of the cows; all of the manure. He was genuinely upset.
I made peach preserves last month because I like them. I didn’t know there were prizes. I mean, on some level, I did. But at a Dorothy and Toto, kind of level.
The Zonkey was a completely inappropriate choice for the petting zoo.
Yes, that’s me, going for the low hanging
The guy in the red shirt and his date? Totally laughing at me making my kids stand by the sign.
We actually have a regional fair, where when I was growing up, we had a State fair. And I’ve been to the Texas State Fair. Good memories.
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