Funny how time can change your whole perspective. Too little is frustrating...too much, confusing. But sometimes, in the words of Baby Bear, it's just right!
As y'all all know, in the past I'm almost always by myself for the better part of the Greatest Show on Dirt. Not that Cat Daddy didn't want to be there...he did. It was just his pesky job always got in the way, but this time he was able to stay for the whole time. Retirement, along with other changes, does bring certain advantages in the form of ticks on the clock.
(All photos...except for the crappy ones...are by Give Me Props.)
Antique Week...or should I say weeks since we were there for 15 glorious days...was crammed jammed with excitement. Frivolity, food, and fortune met us at every corner. Not ones to waste time, we celebrated and savored every moment.
Frivolity in that I don't think I've ever laughed so much for such an extended period of time...sometimes so much so I forgot to breathe. I truly believe I have the most comical friends on the planet.
Food 'cause I ate so many different things I can now speak two new languages besides Twanglish...Mouthful-ian and More-ese! Happy that I can now say pie in many different flavors AND am justified to add multilingual to my resume!
And last but not least...fortune. I don't mean the kind you bring home in a bank bag...although the show was a success. More like the fortune in memories you bring home in your heart at an exchange rate no Fortune 500 could ever hope to match.
There's much to share with y'all about the show. There was a whirlwind of activity from the moment my feet touched down until the last tub was loaded back on the trailer. So much so in fact, I'm going to have to break it down into several posts. Expect quite a few to come out of this keyboard over the next couple of weeks. At my age, I can't wait too long or I forget what I want to say and the he saids/she saids. I like to think it's a wise woman who keeps her facts straight to avoid any unfortunate incarcerations in the future!
For the time being though...this chubby lady has a man whining crying pleading inquiring about clean underwear. Think it's about time to introduce him to the washer and dryer.
And for the record...I also speak Man-ese fluently!
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