It Fall Fair time

It is the annual fall fair, our 110. We go just about every year, although as a child we usually went to the larger one a few communities away. But my 4H sewing days meant entries in the fairs and a day spent judgin stuff. Like I know how to judge a sheep. I mean I like sheep, they are cute and fairly fun to watch but what makes a good sheep? Sadly the number of booths has gotten smaller every year. More political, churchy, pro-lifey beeths. Where is the crap they hock? You know the mops and shammies and cheese slicers that never work when you take them home. This year I didn't really look at the animals or take in the midway, but that is OK. It will all be there again next year.

My father-in-law got to oficially open it this year. It was his 50 year volunteering there. Crazy. So he gave a sort of speech and got a plaque in recognition. And two diferent pairs of people are taking over the job that he did by himself. We went and had our annual 4H hamburger and wandered around. Today I am off and wondering what to do with my time this week.