Oh, dear LORD, you guys!
We took Punkin’ to the fair so she could meet up with some friends she made at summer music camp. Bean was at a school dance with her best friend, so Mr. Chili and I had a little bit of a date after Punkin’ ditched us to be with her buddies.
After we wandered around a bit, we found our way to the horse pulling competition.
Rather, I should say, the “huss pullin'” competition. Honest to God, you guys; the geezah at the microphone was a screaming RIOT! I’ve been thinking all night how to render his speech in writing and I’m just not sure I can do it justice, but if you go here and listen to the show, you’ll get a pretty good idea of what the real entertainment was. Our guy’s favorite catch phrases were, “yah guhnah see some awnest huss pullin’ he-yah, and none bettah” and “now, when those boys get those husses ’round, you’ve got ta be QUIet, ’cause you all staht yellin’ “GO” and dem husses think yah yellin’ “WHOA” and we don’t want that, now, do we?”
When he started talking about his wife (“she’s a sweethaht, and I love hah, but ya cahn’t feed ‘er a bean. First night we were married, she near ’bout blew the blanket right offa me”) was when we lost it. Even without the horses in the ring, the time we spent listening to the emcee would have been entertainment enough.