Life at the Fair...


The place we frequent every least two times...or three. 

The place it's thrilling to get up close to a smelly 1 ton hog. 

The place we wait in line for a baked potato...and a puff filled with cream... 

The place my husband spent the night with my poppa, before he asked him to marry me :)

The place where we smile uncontrollably.

Where everything comes on a stick.

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