nose, etc--the aesthetically pleasing bright colors, the obnoxious pumping of techno beats, the smell of deep-fried everything, heart-attack-inducing everything, and the opportunity to indulge in a few fair sweets. I'll even risk my life and the life of my beloved husband on an extra-wobbly and sketchy fair ride for the sake of a thrill and a good time. And although I've already been--twice--I'll probably go again with you if you ask me to. County fairs are just so "American" and definitely sites to be seen, heard, smelled, and tasted. Plus, the people watching is top-notch.
This is Bailey, a little beggar child we happened upon at the fair. Bailey was starving. For only 14 cents a day, we could have fed her a well balanced meal for up to 5 months. Instead, we opted to feed her funnel cake.
Anne, bothered by the surplus of attention a starving Bailey was receiving, claimed she, too, was starving and needed funnel cake to suffice.
Kiffy, however, swiped Anne's funnel cake and crafted it into a makeshift mustachio!
And Callie, in a fit of sibling rivalry, just smiled . . . As of now, Callie and Anne are no longer on speaking terms. It is terrible! It's terrible.
