We came. We saw. We ate. We got the T-shirt.
I have learned that true love shares their funnel cake, but not their philly steak.
Sometimes all is not fair at the FAIR.
But I learned that years ago.
I did not win the Bibb County Fair Queen. I rocked those blue sequins and shoulders pads if I do say so myself. And I do.
I wanted that crown. Angie wore it home that night. Oh well. Those days are over.
Or so I thought.
The fair is in Woodstock this week.
My mind and memory walked around tonight missing pie contests, 4-H displays and days gone by. Just like my waistline.
Biscuit Pudding too frequently I suppose.
I hope tomorrow on the last night of the FAIR, you will come out. I would love to see this BEEcome a new attraction.
My favorite ride tonight of course. But then again, I am a little biased.
Come see us tomorrow for the last night of the Fair and September 23rd for the Woodstock Music Festival.
Maybe you will leave with some memories and a souvenir cup.
Don’t laugh,
Cheryl
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