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Jason and I wanted her to be a classic mummy, she wanted to be a dragon, she agreed to be a vampire if she could do her own make-up, then her make-up job scared her to tears. Long story short she’s going as a cowgirl. Yeehaw.

Jason and I wanted her to be a classic mummy, she wanted to be a dragon, she agreed to be a vampire if she could do her own make-up, then her make-up job scared her to tears. Long story short she’s going as a cowgirl. Yeehaw.

Topsfield Fair

Last Sunday we went to the Topsfield Fair.  It was October perfection.  Jason wrote about it for his Halloween blog (which of course you’re following…), so I won’t try to describe it.  I’ll just copy what he wrote and you can read the rest on his blog:

Honestly, I secretly believe that these places aren’t set up. That they’re unexplained alternate dimensional phenomena that just happen to line up with our own inclinations at this time of year. I can’t explain it otherwise. Their pumpkins grow to mind-bogglingly monstrous sizes. You have to do a currency exchange for tickets in order to participate in anything. Copyright doesn’t exist. Ordinary farm animals demand queuing up and gawking at. Cheap toys are the pinnacle of material excess and are suddenly worth all your efforts, industries, and ambitions. Complicated rides that in our world take multiple engineers, manufacturers, safety inspectors, and testing go up in minutes and are entrusted with our precious children. The massive staff that is needed to run one of these come out of nowhere like Oompa Loompas expatriated from hidden shores. You can survive on sugar and fat for longer than the FDA would lead us to believe.  Read more

She’s still talking about that corn on the cob.