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Because if I don’t laugh, I’ll scream.
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That looks about right.
This year you’re screwed no matter which way you go.
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Karen.
That slut ruins everything.
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Admit it, we’ve all been there.
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This literally made me snort.
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I’ve been hearing banjo music for a while now…
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That’s a pretty accurate representation of my year. How about you?
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One can only hope.
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You first. I’ll hold your purse….
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This week’s bounty was a large one.
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Tomato, squash, radishes, zucchini, beets, parsley, celery, lettuce, Italian green beans, spinach and basil.
What it didn’t have was any of the bizarre little jewels the farm advertised at their stand.
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Mouse melons.
I want!
What I didn’t want was the truck I parked behind at the grocery store telling me to eat more kale.
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I’m not eating any kale, and you can’t make me.
Inside the store, this item looked interesting.
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I like beer.
I like butterscotch.
But then I noticed it was non alcoholic cream soda and screamed false advertising.
You shouldn’t tease customers like that. Especially during a pandemic.
You also shouldn’t display things like this:
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And not expect bloggers to take pictures and chortle over how utterly wrong they look.
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But there was so much to see and I’m not even covering an eighth of it.
Oh, stop.
A little knowledge won’t hurt you, although these might.
While I’m not a general fan of firearms…
Even I had to admit they were beautiful in the 18th century.
The silver work was lovely.
And the under sides of the butt caps really did have grimacing faces… but the lighting, the glass cases, and the reflections prevented any of my pictures from being post worthy.
Everywhere you looked you were surrounded by history.
Which is basically my nerdy idea of heaven.
When I die? I want to find out who killed JFK, how the pyramids were built and the location of ancient Troy.
And trust me, I have a lot of shoes.
Impressive, right?
There was even a tree of knowledge. If only I could spread some of it’s seeds in our nation’s capitol today…..
Naturally we had to check out the surround sound movie.
Complete with battle scene sequence smoke rolling by on the floor.
And in my experience?
There are very few museums who actively instruct you to touch their balls.
Yup.
Seriously big balls.
This now concludes the indoor museum section of our trip to Yorktown, Virginia.
Well, wait….
Maybe just one more thing.
Because who doesn’t love 244 year old rat skulls?
But Sunday’s post about the fair ?
The one that featured that very well endowed male goat…..
Was my highest viewed blog since I joined WordPress last summer.
Go figure.
Not quite sure what that says about you lot…
But I may need to reevaluate my followers list.
We hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair in years, and after going the other day I remembered why.
Maine has some fabulous county fairs….. but this isn’t one of them.
With a $12 charge per person to get in? There should have been more… everything.
We started with the livestock, because I do love me some critters.
I got up close and personal with sheep….
While the husband chatted up a cow.
This cow was lying down.
As was her owner…
And it took all my willpower not to yell at him to drop his phone and learn how to spell her name properly.
Sorry El….
This cow had a little speck of something on her nose…
Which proved to be no problem.
Yes, that’s her tongue. And she knew how to use it.
Did you know…
Cows can’t vomit?
I live to enlighten.
We saw ox, and horses.
Some huge.
Some small.
We saw pigs…
With lots of baby pigs…
And goats..
With some pretty big…
Sorry…. but holy crap!
How do you walk with balls that big?
We strolled around looking for the chicken barn….
Only to discover there wasn’t one.
Very disappointing.
And then we walked past the “Decorate a Bale of Hay” contest.
Which… yeah.
Was a bit odd.
I temporarily lost the husband to some old rusty crap.
And found him checking out some sweet old vehicles for sale.
We meandered through the collection of carriages and sleighs which we always love…
And found a cannon…
With a strategically placed ball.
In a sack.
Tell me someone doesn’t have a sense of humor….
We made the obligatory walk through the exhibition hall.
But the Blue Ribbon rhubarb failed to thrill.
And aside from the carnival rides we didn’t ride and the roach coach junk food that we didn’t eat, that was it….
Until I spotted George.
And fell in love.
I mean… look at him!
George is an Emu.
Homely…
Humble..
And despite the prehistoric raptor like gaze, quite friendly.
Here’s some riveting video of him drinking water.
And a little something closer up.
He’s over 6 foot tall, with coarse dense feathers.
Yes, we bonded…. and I petted him.
Totally worth the $12 admission price.
