Monday, August 26, 2013

mingle, merge, & mill


Have attended only one fair in my life and it was during my jr. high years in northern Minnesota, but something about these long summer nights just seem to call out for swooping through the skies and enjoying something deep fried.

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  1. Heh. I tend to want to hurl if I do too much swooping after fried stuff on a warm night, but you go on with your fair-lovin' self. ☺

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    1. On this particular visit, my GRANDMA and my mom went on every single hurling ride. I like speed, but not so much the heights. Guess I will settle for my fried pickles at the local cafe and walk around the park and call it good!

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