It seems that the Nature Valley pecan crunch granola bars that I am currently keeping in my desk are the "official natural energy bar" of the PGA Tour. Isn't that exciting?!
Yesterday after work, I met up with the parents, the sister, and the boy for a wholesome outing to the Howard County Fair. The clouds overhead were dark and low, but we braved it anyway, and it turned out OK. Our first act upon entering the grounds was to buy ourselves some grease. Italian sausages for 3, Polish sausage for me, hamburger for Sharif. We sat beneath a metal-framed tent and counted the seconds between not-so-distant lightning flashes and rolls of thunder. When we finished eating, the clouds were darker and clearly just about to break open, so we paused only long enough for the camera-inclined to snap a few pictures, then hurried into the Main Exhibition Hall to avoid getting soaked. And just in time. While it poured, we wandered around the stalls, looking at the numerous window installers and water treatment systems available. Kites and clever kitchen tongs and John Deere toy tractors. Pendants and propane grills and handcrafted wooden furniture.
Luckily for us, the downpour didn't last too long, and we were able to venture back outside to get to the animals. We spent a lot of time (and Sharif used a lot of camera storage) amongst the goats. We also visited sheep and cows and pigs and a whole (kid-aimed, but appealing to all) shed devoted to baby animals. Piggies and ducklings and chicks and kittens and a calf and a miniature horse and donkeys.
After animals, it was hand-washing time, followed immediately by funnelcake time. Sharif and I shared a "Reese's", which meant that the funnelcake was covered with chocolate and peanut butter. Rich and messy and really really tasty. We finished up just in time for the pig races! I quite enjoyed the pig races, I must say. The first race was four little piggies who knew what they were doing. The second race was three littler piggies who were not so sure why they were there. The remaining races were run by "ugly pigs", or as we know them- ducks and goats. It was silly. So, of course, I liked it.
By this time, it was past my parents' bed time. But we made one last stop- at the rabbit tent, where Erica faced her allergy and was defeated. But they were all so cute and soft, my favorite being for some reason this BigHead Bunny:
I shall end with two conversations that happened yesterday, the first of which will probably not make sense to anyone.
me: You know what they say about the fair.
Erica: . . . It's a veritable smorgasbord?
Erica: You know what it says?
me: Um, no. What does it say?
me: Damn. I should have known that. I fail.
Sharif (to Erica): Maybe you're not allergic to rabbits. Maybe you're allergic to rabbit breeders!
Erica: Yes, I am allergic to a specific occupation.
me: I'm allergic to . . . science teachers!
Sharif: Ooh. That's gonna be a problem.
Erica: Yeah, you can't hang out with your boyfriend, or mine!
Mom: Gee, family dinners are going to be pretty lonely without you, Joanna.