The Day After

The things that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing. - Winifred Holtby

The fair absolutely wiped me out yesterday. My DD said it was too bad that old people got tired so fast.

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

The weather held, though strangely, just a mile or two up the road, the thunderstorms were so bad that thousands of people lost power. Wasn't it nice that God put an umbrella over the fairgrounds :-)

We watched the horse shows, we patted some of the draft horse and cows. We talked at GREAT LENGTH to a teenager with two calves she was raising to pull things. One of them, Hank, thought I was yummy. I was rubbing his head and he was leaning heavily into me, but if I got close to his nose -- **SLURP** -- out came the tongue. Their tongues are STRONG. It's amazing my hand didn't end up as his lunch.

DD rode a few rides. We prefer to go on "bracelet day" when you pay $20 for unlimited rides, but that's today and it's supposed to rain all day (unless that old umbrella theory holds). So, I paid $20 for a sheet of tickets instead and it ended up only being seven rides. Unbelievable. Still, she had fun despite agonizing over which rides to ride.

We had french fries and cotton candy for lunch. Of course.

And we spent a lot of time looking at the art -- both drawings and paintings. The DD is sure she wants to be an artist. All-in-all we spent about six hours there and my dogs were barking. I was never so glad to get home.

It's too bad old people get tired so fast.

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Pillar Place: Monarch P2 is having an event today. All but two chrysalis' will become butterflies. Of course. Because, you see, it's RAINING ALL DAY TODAY. Do you think they can read the weather forecast? I mean, it hasn't rained in a week, and it's not going to rain the whole next week. Today is literally the only day during their butterbaby period where any precipitation is expected. So, of course, today is the day.

I arranged all their little lids around the lip of a box so they can hang to dry their wings, and locked them up in our spare bedroom. In a few hours, we'll have our own "Butterfly Place". I should charge entry, LOL.

Tomorrow, when it's sunny and warm, I figure I'll just open the windows wide and take out the screens... and they'll fly right out. Right?

I'll let you know.

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Did you happen to swing by and read the free short story by Ceri Hebert up at LASR yesterday? You should... it's a winner!

And it's the last day to win an autographed copy of your choice of Janet Mullany's backlist AND a free eBook by Elaine Cantrell.

AND... we'll be sending out our first LASR newsletter on Monday (or so). There's a special "subscribers only" contest that we'll be offering AND you'll be entered to win an Amazon gift certificate. Have you signed up yet?

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You Are a Carnation

You are down to earth and grounded. You tend to be more traditional than trendy. Your confidence gets you through anything. People trust you and are very loyal to you.

What Flower Are You?

Trust me... Muh-ha-ha....

Actually, though, this is pretty right on. And, the thrify person inside me loves carnations beause they last forever!