Spent a wonderful evening at the fair last night, something about the bright lights and spun sugar makes me giddy like a teenager. Even though the only ride we could both stomach was the tilt-a-whirl, my stomach had butterflies holding J’s hand. But it might have been the excess of peach juice I drank. We’ll never know. xo
ps – The first time we went to any kind of festival together, there were corn dogs. I’d never had one, so figured this was my chance. Jared has a photo of the exact moment that I discovered there was a hot dog inside. I thought “dog” just referred to it’s weiner like shape. Pleasent surprise I tell you.