all I wanted was a #@%! funnel cake!
The fair came to town and I made my husband take me.
What a boring commentary. Unfortunately, that sentence was more exciting than the actual fair. I know. It’s sort of sad, and I was a little mean for saying so, but it really was a very small fair. I didn’t ride any rides (although there were a few rides to ride). Didn’t see any unique animals sporting blue ribbons. Didn’t get a hot dog or a big stuffed prize. But I did get to sing a song to a very small crowd.
And I got a funnel cake.
And honestly, that was enough for me. I really wanted that damn funnel cake. It was my only real reason for going to the fair. And that is a sad commentary all on it’s own.
As far as the rest of my day…at least I finished painting my living room. Thank goodness I won’t be going up the ladder again any time soon. I’ve taken enough chances to last me until Christmas.
Until the next time…I’ll be putting the room back together and taking pictures!