Until next year

Well my white-trash pastime has come to an end. We went to the fair five out of the nineteen days that it was here. I didn't try the fried macaroni and cheese on a stick. Not that I didn't want to, it's just that the portion was ridiculously small and so not worth the price.

So these are the last of the photos you'll have to see.

I don't know what this was about. They were just there, behind a rope like an exhibit. But they were pretty cute:

I saw the hotness that is Charo, don't be jealous:

Marlo kept saying, "Drive, Mommy, drive!"