Somehow I missed this final photo of Mom and my day at the fair. As we were leaving the fair I decided to climb up up up the many steps of the Giant Slide. I love the Giant Slide. Except…
It was me and these three little girls. But I wasn’t gaining any speed. I’d go a little and then slow down, and finally, finally…right there on the right, that’s me, where I just stopped. Very irritating. I had to pick up my piece of burlap and walk down off the slide. I should have asked for a refund or better yet, a do-over, but I was just too tired. Oh well, there’s always next year.
The next night, Aug. 10th, we went for a boat ride. Aaahhhh…my happy place.
I went back to the fair the very next day with Randy; we were there to see his brother Ricky, AKA Elvis Himselvis.
But that’s for another day.
Ok then,
GH.