As usual, wherever QOS is present the good times and grease flow. Eating every half hour is what keeps us busy and happy. We stupidly forgot to eat before church, so we sat near the back, eating visitors pumpkin bread with our fingers.

But, the night before there was a food extravaganza. The fair! Oh, how happy she was. How happy we all were to see her so happy! We suited up in our best trailer trash looks possible. She in her lace-up-the-side jeans and I in my trashy cleavage flashing halter top. We. Were. Ready. Of course, the added touch of my nephew attached to our hip/hand/back definitely cemented our image as trailer queens. There were fried twinkies, corndogs, lemonade, funnel cakes and caramel apple sundaes. The next day was slightly less saturated, but not necessarily less frequent. I would like to say I don't need to eat for a week, but I woke up this morning ravenously hungry.


When I offered her breakfast as she walked out the door, she graciously declined and simply said "I have to stop for coffee, I'll just pick myself up a half dozen doughnuts."