It’s fair time
And you know what that means don’t you?
Yeah, that’s right, I haven’t got two minutes to rub together.
I’m trying though, must take more photos!
And you know what that means don’t you?
Yeah, that’s right, I haven’t got two minutes to rub together.
I’m trying though, must take more photos!
Pick me! I know what that means, it means cotton candy and root beer sno-cones and french waffles and sawdust and hell drivers and cool rides and bright lights and loud music and long, greasy french fries with vinegar and fireworks and a parade and people you haven’t seen in ages and sore feet and so much fun you can hardly stand it. What did I leave out?
Oh yeah, pictures! Have fun for me. Our town’s dinky carnival is this week but I’ll probly go and have a hot-sausage sandwich smothered in onions and green peppers. The big fair in my hometown is in a few weeks, planning to go to that if at all possible.
@One Wink -
You forgot about the… wait, I want to cover that in a later post.