You can't see so well in these pics but Bret is sporting some ultra-tight stone washed parahna-chewed style jeans. I'm pretty sure 1988 was on the phone. . .but clearly, he did not give the pants back.
So here we are after the concert still "rockin" and our ears totally ringing. Quinn was still complaining the next morning. . .not to bad for the "thirty-somethings."
Okay, so let's be totally honest here. . .I REAL reason why I love the fair so much, YEP, the huge boost in self-confidence. Just 5 minutes from my house and I am the a.) best mom, b.) style fashonista, and c.) sooo skinny. This year I took photos for evidence. (and really because it was pretty sneaky fun). Warning: further reading may result in the "train wreck" phenomena.
So this chick "looks" pretty normal but I was standing next to her (as I waited for my boys on the Ferris wheel) and she was talking to her kids like they were about 20 years old and her friends. I was jaw-dropped stunned. . .she was going off talking about how she was going to "F@*$#* her up." Over and over and over, huge f bombs along with all the other accessories that go with that type of explicits. And these were 3 little BOYS she was relaying this story to (about ages 6, 9, and 11). I could not quite starring at her completely stunned and revolted. As she walked away and I stole the shot of her I was thinking about how thrilled I was that my boys would probably go to school with her kids who have a deranged view on how to behave and treat other people.
So, yea, after that display, I was pretty much a mom of the year candidate.
So there ya go, the reasons I LOVE the fair. I'll post some pics of freakin cute kids having a great time with their buddies at the fair. But I had to pull the honestly card first!
Have a great day.