This week is the local county agricultural fair. Cow judging, carnival games and rides, fried and/or sugar coated foods, you know the drill. Ryan has a season (5 day) pass for admission courtesy of my mother and new this year is a carnival Megapass which allows you, for the low price of $45, to ride all of the rides as much as you want. She got that by babysitting her brothers. She's been at the fair pretty much every day, drinking lemonades, eating cheese fries, and meeting the President of The United States. Standard small-town kid things.
The Secret Service wouldn't let me in, because there were already too many people in line to be scanned before Obama was leaving anyway. Probably a good thing, too, since I had forgotten that my seam ripper was in my bra (that's where I keep it, okay?) and having the Secret Service bust me trying to get in to see the president with a tiny jabby pokey thin crammed in my bra probably would get me put on a list somewhere. So I lived vicariously through Ryan, who got an autograph and photos, but no photo of her with POTUS himself. But still, awfully cool day around here.