Fair

I have seen this quote online in many different places, so I don’t know who first posted it. To whomever it was thank you!




"Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy and corn dogs, and step in monkey poop."



Our county fair is coming up soon. T-rex will miss it because he is going to be at training. Years before this, he had to work the fair booth, or some of the silly things us people do at fairs. 4-H is big around here. If you don’t know what that is, look it up.



One of his first years he worked mutton bustin. I am not so sure what that is, but something which includes chasing animals, and kids running around in mud. I know there is mud... lots of mud.... and poo...lots of poo too. I only know that much, because I had to wash his uniform and boots when he got home.



That was the first time, and not the only time I made T-rex undress in the doorway to avoid tracking “work” into the house. Eww.



For some reason now, T-rex tends to avoid the animals when we go to the fair. I guess running in poo will do that to a person.



By the sound of things, it is only going to get worse. Working in the middle of nowhere, going to places even further away from nowhere, he is bound to bring back lots of mud and “stuff.”



I think I might move his room out to the garage