Take Me to the Fair!

Grete and I went to Lynden for the annual fair. (more like I forced Grete to go with me on pain of breaking my little heart.) I went around touching all the 4H animals and chattering away about this type of cow and that type of horse, Grete kindly put up with  my incessant talking, random animal facts and squeals of delight.

We ate Gyros and split a MooWich (cookie-icecream sandwich. Both homemade. Heavenly.)

Grete and I are very similar in a lot of ways, but there is one particular personality trait were we differ:

 

 The highlight of my evening was riding a camel. Just in case you didn't read that last part for some reason: I RODE A FREAKING CAMEL.

I was so stinking excited! I have ridden a horse, elephant, a calf, a sheep and now a camel. (next on the list is to ride an ostrich - but I may have to loose 50 pounds before I do.) You should have seen how excited I was to ride that weird quadruped. I waved my ticket in the air using my loud whispering voice to sing "I've got a golden ticket!" (though my ticket was, in fact, blue.) I stood in line behind two girls about 6 and 8 years old. Behind me were two more girls about 5 and 7. And behind them were a couple more kids under the age of 9. I felt a little out of place, but it didn't matter because I was going to ride a freaking camel.

Grete and I took a gander at the random collection of collections on display. (why. why would this be at a fair. just....why.) I checked out a collection of My Little Ponies, and Grete was looking at some Star Wars collections. And then this happened.

We chose to leave soon after this indecent. I guess we were discussing the matter of destroying the child with the force a little loud because the woman at the gate said, "Time for bed." At first I thought she meant it was time for herself to go to bed, but as the small talk went on, I realized she meant it was time for us to go to bed. 

(sorry about the poorly done drawings. I was feeling lazy.)