I'm feeling very nostalgic, it's County Fair time back in Greene County, Pennsylvania. 4-H competitions, the Grange ladies committing character assassination over the baking competitions, wandering the livestock barns and marveling at how big and gentle the Orndorff's huge Belgian horses were up close . . .

Aerial picture of the fairgrounds. It seemed a lot bigger when I was kid.

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And the double-decker Ferris wheel was always terrific.

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Thanks, Tom. What a great thing to be able to whip something of that quality up so quickly.

Ugh, Cash.

Also, I hate that making dinner satisfies my hunger. Now I have all this food, and do not want to eat.

This happens to me all the time.

Wow, Cashmere. Wow.

Oh Cash, yeeeeuuch.

Who called the whiteboard quitter as fake? It is: [link]

We can all go back to wishing we had an escape slide at work.

There were all these leftovers from the funeral reception we were being urged to take. As usual, I didn't leap to it because I thought I'd be good about my diet. But today my hands hurt and I don't want to cook and a bunch of prepared food would sure have gone down well, damn the glycemic content.

It's not the same feelings as seeing the CSI truck pull up and start digging in the neighbor's back yard but still. This kid BEGS to have Owen over to his house to play.

Who called the whiteboard quitter as fake?

Buffistas is smart.

Wow, Cashmere.

Also, poor son.

Oh, Cash. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that.

I'm pretty sure the mom doesn't invite kids over. He's a good kid. I'll still have him over--they have a lot of fun playing together.

I'm still a little in shock.