this woman’s work

The Franklin County Fair, to be exact. It’s going to be killer hot out there but that’s our tradition — my mom takes my family and my sister’s family out and spoils the kids rotten with elephant ears and lemon shake-ups and deepfried pickles on a stick! (Ok that last part is theoretical — none of us have actually BOUGHT the deepfried pickles on a stick but they’re available!)

It’s a pretty small fair although I remember it being HUGE back in my teens. Or at least not quite so dinky. We used to walk up and down the tiny fairway hoping to catch the eyes of the boys wandering by in their black rock-and-roll tshirts. It’s Hilliard and that was the 80s so I’m sure there were lots of mullets but we try not to remember the bad times — only the good!

Brett and I always skip the state fair — too hot! too crowded! too headache-inducing! — but one or the other grandparent takes Noah and eventually they’ll add Madison to the mix, I’m sure. This year we may HAVE to go because Kristen has a picture of Madison’s feet (and her daughter Ginger’s feet) in the art show. Then again, I saw the photo in her living room so perhaps I don’t need to brave the crowds to see it again, right? I’ll just make sure the grandparents know to look!