I spent the evening at the fair with Kirsten, Mary and Hector. It was pure happiness, complete with elephant ears, funnel cake, cotton candy, ice cream and of course fried frog legs. We laughed while dodging rain drips and sloshing through puddles. Hector got educated on hoosiers, and who should be labeled as such.
There’s nothing quite like the Howard county fair; it’s a sea of cowboy hats and boots, and when the gentlemen feel like wearing shirts, it likely to be a plaid button up or a wife beater.
I returned home drenched in rain, but happily clutching my bag of cotton candy.