A Pet Monkey Dream

We spent last weekend with my family, and all of a sudden, it's Thursday.
The past 4 days are a blur.
Maybe it was the amount of trash I consumed at the fair Saturday night.

The men-folk went to the farm to hunt, but all the hunting stopped on Saturday afternoon. So we could go to the fair.
Oh, yes. The fair. My family goes for one reason and one reason only.
To eat.
We let the young-uns ride a few rides and play a few games, but then we get down to business.
Eatin' business.

This year's trip involved:
sausage dogs
corn dogs
french fries
funnel cake
fried Snickers
lemonade
and...
cotton candy (which I continued to nibble on until yesterday... when sadly, the bag was empty)

I won't say who ate what.

We went with my parents, my brother and sis-in-law and nephew, and with some of my sis-in-law's family... who are like my family anyway. Eleven of us... eatin' our way through the fair.

Me, April (sis-in-law), and her sister...


And her sister's daughter (with my nephew)...


The boy and his stinkin' cute cousin...


Have you ever seen such adorable pre-teen metal-mouthed happiness?


To explain this last picture, you must know something about me.
I love monkeys. Think they are adorable. Don't tell me how nasty and vile they are. Don't tell me that they throw poo. Don't tell me how stinky or mean they are. I love monkeys.
And there was one at the fair.
He was dressed in tiny monkey clothes, and if you gave him a quarter, he put it in his pocket and tipped his tiny monkey hat. Lord, help me. If you gave him a dollar, he gave you a picture of himself and shook your hand. Mercy.
(Don't ask me how much money I spent at the monkey booth.)
I have no photos of the REAL monkey, because it was dark by the time we saw him. (Sniff, sniff.)
Earlier in the evening, before the monkey made his appearance, we stopped by his booth.
Again I remind you... I am a fan of monkeys.
When my mom was pregnant with my brother (I was 5, people.) I vividly remember telling her I wanted a baby brother or a baby monkey.

Well look. I got both.


Have you made a trip to the fair this year? Eat some fried grease and shake a monkey's hand. And think of me.