Moose Tracks

You may ask, "Taylor!  Why this picture?  What is its purpose?"

Well.  See that little boy?  That is my cousin.  BUT.  Do you see that young lady in the background?

Do you?

THAT is my mom.  And my cousin had put this picture up on the Facebooks, and I was like, "Oh!  That's my mom!"  and then I was like "Dang!  I am like 11 years older than her right now than she was in that picture!"

Trippy.

I would like to state for the record, that I have never, ever, worn a dress just for kicks and grins like my mother there did.

She's so fancy and refined.  Sometimes, and only on the most special occasions, I iron my jeans before heading into town.  But let us move on.

We went to the fair this weekend.  The girls each won a ribbon for their rabbits.

Here is Sweet Pea with her bunny, Daisy.  Not to be confused with Daisy Mae.

And here is Daisy Mae with her rabbit, Thumper:

Thumper and Daisy are award winning rabbits.

See?

So, we went to the fair and it was the hottest day in the entire universe.  So, naturally, my husband and I decided we needed ice cream post haste.  Because we are concerned about our waistlines.

Fun Fact:  My husband has lost 10 pounds and he has no clue how it happened.

Funner Fact:  If I lose 8/10ths of an ounce, I throw myself a party and gain 2 pounds all in good fun.

Most Funnest Fact of All:  The buffer zone between me and my husband's weight is shrinking.  I need to lose weight.  Or sneak lard into all his meals.

What on earth was I droning on about?  Oh!  Yes!  Ice cream!

So, we buy the ice cream and they don't have Moose Tracks OR waffle cones.  You can imagine my disappointment.  But then, I saw a different ice cream stand boasting of waffle cones and the Moose Tracks.  So, I handed my inferior Cookies and Cream to Handsome Dude and ran to the other line.  Because I love Moose Tracks THAT much.

So, there I am.  Standing all alone in line for the Moose Tracks, when I hear this convo behind me.

Convo is how cool people, such as myself, say conversation.

Keep up!

Guy #1:  I'm going to get Moose Tracks.

Guy #2:  That sounds like how someone would describe my underwear.

Charming, I know.

Guy #1:  Shhh!  You are going to gross out this lovely young lady in front of us.

That's me!  I'm the lovely young lady!  Who knew?!

Guy #1:  She's never going to want a man after hearing your talk.

Oh, brother.  They are basically talking right to me.

Me:  Oh, I have a man.

Guy #2:  Oh, good.  We were afraid we would scare you off.

Me:  Nope.  I have four kids.

Guy #1, who is now my bestest friend:  No!  You can't have four kids!  You look like you are 19!

A-HA!

Look at me and my 30-year-old-self-gettin-an-ice-cream-cone-and-lookin'-like-I-am-19!

Holla!

So, I paid $4 (outrageous) for a Moose Tracks and me and my youthful self walked off to find my kin.

I found them.

Yes.  My pictures are terrible.  Just leave me alone.

Here is a picture of my boys milking a pretend cow.

Is it cute or disturbing?

You be the judge.

The Bouncy House!

It done collapsed when my children were in it.

But I am pretty sure they weren't responsible.

Let us discuss Sister Meagan.

Here she is.  She makes that owl look good.

Sister Meagan is moving far, far away.  She's gettin' all handsome on a new city.

After the Fair, we had a little goodbye dinner for her and here is a picture of her with all of her nieces and nephews.

Daisy Mae wrote her a little letter.  For to say farewell.

Fantastic.

Happy Monday!