As usual, the fam gathered up and went to the Deerfield Fair. And it was great having Little Brother and his wife, Ligia, up to visit.
We did the usual stuff, like check out the arts and crafts.
|Funny, really, how I can take such a bad picture of such a good picture. I'm special.|
|"Marge, seriously. No more damn omelets. I'm sick of eggs."|
|"Sorry, dear. Almost done with my masterpieces for the fair."|
|Truly. Who has this kind of time?|
|This guy was cross stitching AND talking about watching soccer in Ireland. |
I thought that was everything I might want in a man. Funny. Not turned on in the least.
|As Little Brother aptly stated, "Everyone needs a John Wayne pillow." It's true. |
And Christmas is riiight around the corner
|Painting #1 by my elusive artist boyfriend, Ted Nichols.|
|And painting #2 by TN. I love this one. Especially how you can see right |
through the house in the window second from left. Sigh.
We people watched. I care about you, so I'm only posting nonoffensive pictures. But there were so many offensive sights. The woman whose belly waved hello from under her shirt and over her pants comes to mind. Especially her belly button piercing. I mean, someone got up in there to do that. I'm not a small gal, but I like to keep my business covered up. 'Cause no one wants to see that shit. That was no ordinary muffin top.
|Are we in Virginia?|
|Us: Hello, sir. Spears or chips?|
Him: Spears today. Maybe chips later in the weekend.
|Paella? At the fair? It's pretty and all, but this is different... I see vegetables.|
|Jorge's paella, huh? Ligia jumped on this like no one's business. |
And check out the look on Jorge's face. I smell conspiracy. And saffron.
Like his eyes, in Spanish, are saying, "You know what to do, little one. Feed them..."
|And that's exactly what this sassy little Colombian minx proceeded to do.|
|Even the crankiest members of the family were eating paella goodness.|
|That smile! That cute little accent. She had us in the palm of her hand.|
|Churros? Paella? Arepas? I was on to her. Ligia has totally turned this redneck, white trash event into a Latino technicolor culinary dream.|
When Ligia wasn't conspiring for Latino fair domination, she posed with me in all the face cutouts. Best. Sister in law. Ever. Ligia, you can totally go on a Canadian road trip with me anytime.
I was excited about these face cutout pics until I started seeing them on Facebook with people's children in them. Whatevs, people. I'm thirty-blah, and I like face cutouts. Sue me.
There were, of course, many animals to pet and admire. For those of you just here for my wit and charm, feel free to sail through this section.
|Yer funny lookin'|
|I love how mammoth the oxen are. And still such sweet eyes.|
|This guy did not like me. In fact, he tried to charge a couple times. I, like a jackass, |
stood there taking pictures and baby talking to him. "Whassamattah? You don't like me? Show me your angry face."
|me mE ME ME ME Me meeeeeee|
|I've just kissed a girl named Mariaaaaa|
|This is the breed I miss--Shetlands?|
|Would you believe me if I told you that as soon as I snapped this, the little guy got up |
on his hind legs, gave a dramatic wide-mouth yawn, and then settled back down? No? Didn't think so.
|Of course my stepfather would totally dig a beast that freaks me out.|
|That shit just ain't right.|
|Yes, Kelly. That is eff'd up.|
So, another year at the fair. Another night of antacids to follow it up. All good stuff.
|Whatever you do, don't do that.|