
Just one last trip to the Fair! Friday night we went to the Fair again to see the Jessica Simpson concert. I scored two more free tickets, so why not? I saw Jessica, who I really do like a lot. Really, I always have. I'm not sure why, but she makes me laugh and I think she is really pretty smart in a dumb kind of way. Anyway, we also saw Tony Romo and Jason Witten. Jessica totally cracked me up when she said "to be man enough for me, you have to be the quarterback of the Dallas Cowboys!" And, can you believe it, we saw the "backscratcher lady" again! Whoa. It was freakish. There she was, coming right at me. My husband says we were headed for a collision crash if he hadn't alerted me to her approach. She didn't talk to me this time; she was evidently on a mission of some sort. It was after the concert and she was headed right up to the stage. I figure she wanted to talk to Jessica, but I'm not sure. She might have wanted a free poster or a coupon for another jug of milk. She may have wanted to beat on the drum set with her backscratchers. Who knows?
We tried to come in the back gate to get us a free backscratcher, but we got the best parking place ever at the side gate! I can live without the backscratcher for another year.
It was another gorgeous night, and my husband and I really did have a fun night at our last outing to the Fair.
Now, on to another note: I am now constantly writing blogs in my head. I am now the narrator
of my own life in my head. I will think up ideas all day long, but then when I sit down to log on, I can't think of them. Here are some of the ideas I have had that I can remember for future blogging:
The Solomon House Adventures
Yard of the Month
Project Runway
Sunday Blues
REHEARSAL, OMG
Craptastic
Phenomeblog
Blogger-riffic
Let's move to New York, Elizabeth!
What's up with Mad Men?
OK, that should keep me busy for a while! At least my blog-tastic ideas will be stored here where they are handy for future reference.
See you next year, Big Tex and Ms. Backscratcher!
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