Or holy $#@*&*! we live in Texas!
(I don't know any cuss words that have that many letters so don't get mad, Mom.)
But seriously. When we went to the Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo the other weekend, it was quite the cultural experience. And by cultural, I mean that I've never seen so many varieties of fried food in my entire life & half the people had accents so thick that it sort of sounded like they were speaking a different language.
Welcome to Texas, passports please!
But we went! And it was really fun! And people were really friendly & dressed up in their best Texan garb (I know there's a word for this Suzi, & it's totally slipping my mind). I wore my fancy never-worn "cowboy boots" that I'd purchased on a whim for approximately $14 at the Target IN HARLEM (#ImissNYC) - funny in more ways than one - but I was missing anything bedazzled, wasn't wearing any Texas jewelry (the shame!) & forgot my daisy dukes at home. I've always tried but not quite been able to fit in. Sigh.
Quinn was really, really excited about the petting zoo. He was absolutely giddy that all of these fluffy animals had no problems with him poking his fingers into their eyes & mouths (something that his mama protests daily), & wandered around saying hello to one animal & the next for as long as we'd let him. I loved watching his pure excitement & happiness, until I saw him chewing on his shoe in his stroller a few minutes after we'd left - the same shoe that had stomped through the petting zoo for a solid 30 minutes, the same place where I'd seen a llama (?) pee a gallon onto that same ground upon which he was walking (maybe this explains why I threw up non stop for the next 72 hours).
It was hot by the time we left around 1pm, so we stopped & got the biggest limeade you've ever seen - which was actually the second biggest limeade that they were selling (which was absolutely ridiculous).
*I had to google proper usage / spelling of y'all.



























































