The State Fair Consumed my life.
You know when you leave certain restaraunts and the smell - sort of sticks with you? It intertwines into the threads of your clothing, seeps into your pores and wraps around your hair folicles? That's been the story of my life for the past week-ish. If you happen to be sitting on the couch as I walk through the garage door and make a direct line to the shower - you would had smelled the lovely aroma of corndogs and barbecue sauce with a touch of deep fried anything.
It was lovely.
I'm never going back.
Until next year.