. . . buying a cute hat that actually fits my head. Yay for booths that sell hats! Hey, man, it's the little things in life. I need something to cover my bedhead in the morning when I drop my 8th grader off at her school. Not because I care what I look like at o'dark thirty, but evidently she does. The horror! should one of her fellow junior highers catch glimpse of my unkempt appearance. Speaking of hair . . .
. . . no more fair hair for my older girls. Now they want feather hair. I don't know how she did it, but a hair gypsy wove(?) glued(?) in a feather that's supposed to last for a couple of months.
We watched a lumberjack show . . .
. . . and oohed at the baby goats. And piglets. And tiny rabbits!
This is for my Texan bloggy friend over at Table for Nine.
Has the weather cooled yet?
I think it's fair to say that the girls had fun. Until next year . . .
Dinner last night: tilapia fillets, green salad
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