Wings - Check.
Fairy Skirt - Check.
Glitter - Check.
Whatever else I've forgotten, well, I'll just punt. Or just go naked. They don't call me NakedJen for nothing, you know.
If you haven't guessed, it's time for the fair. Or as I say around here, "Clap,clap,clap,clap...The Fair! The Fair! The Fair!" This is said in the most non-Ann Taylor* high-pitched squeeky little girl voice you can possibly imagine. Actually imagine that voice and then imagine it as a 36RPM record played at 78RPM's instead. Now you're getting close to the voice.
LaVonne who was Born Famous is here to take care of Buddha and Stella, lest you believe that I would just leave them here with a big pile of food and bowl of water and tell them to fend for themselves. As if. I'd take them to the fair, but dogs are not allowed. And with good reason. They'll have a much better time here with LaVonne, anyway. Beach trips filled with rainbow balls flying through the air. I think they're the ones who will be tripping.
Meanwhile, their dogmama will be drivedrivedriving for ten hours to her favorite cozy little magical wonderful place in Oregon. It's her religion. And no one, not even Mormon Sister NeverNakedBeth, will ever convince her that there's a better religion worth having.
Permagrin's in place. Glitter spread all around. It's fair time. And I've sprouted my wings.
*There are many blog readers who upon meeting me in real life insist that I don't sound like they expected and instead I sound like a woman who works at Ann Taylor. Can you imagine that?
