But, not today. Today was our annual trip to the State Fair of Texas—my 56th consecutive year to attend. I’ve actually been there probably in the neighborhood of 100 times though. When I was a kid and lived in Dallas, I always went several times each year. There would be a trip with my parents, one with my friends, one with a church group, one with the FHA, one with the drill team. These days, we limit it to one.
But, I’m worn out. Tomorrow, there will be pictures. Tomorrow, there will be stories. What kind of stories?
There will be stories about how my husband got a 6 year old in trouble. There will be stories about the glory of fried peaches. There will be stories about the embroidery/quilting/sewing machine that didn’t come home with me. Sob.
Tonight, I’m going to curl up on the couch and read. And recuperate.
This is a picture from an earlier year. I just wanted to whet your appetite a bit.