Fair

True confession time----I hate the fair. I don't enjoy the rides, the food or the atmosphere----read the heat, crying tired kids, and crazy carni folks! Yet, I end up at the fair every year. The Western Montana Fair comes to town every August, the hottest driest month of the year. The Boys love the fair, of course. Resident teenager and Resident little dude like the rides and the Hubs has fond memories from his childhood. I grew up overseas, so I am a mutant fair hater.

The only thing that makes the fair tolerable for me is the company (the Hubs is a sweetie insert ahhhh here) and the 4-H animals.

The cleanest business end at the fair.

This sweet little goat has some issue... Kneeling in your food dish... Is that a good idea?

I'm not sure if this cow is a kicker, antisocial, homicidal maniac, or what. This cow was the only caution labeled cow at the fair.

I dub thee Diva Sheep!

Resident little dude decides he wants to go on the zipper. I was adamant that he wasn't tall enough... He was! There is something very disconcerting about my baby (yeah , he is 9 but he is my BABY) dangling in the air.

He looks a little worse for the wear, but no permanent damage. I think that I suffered permanent damage!

When we can't stand the heat we take refuge in the model home, the only air conditioned place at the fair. Resident little dude fell in love with the tub in the master bathroom, nice place for a nap!

I didn't leave the fair empty handed... The Roto-Rooter booth handed out free TP! Score...

 

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