So, to sum up Yankee Doodle Days in three words: NO FRIED DOUGH!
Seriously, folks, if you can't even get it together enough for that, I'd say it's time to stick a feather in your hat & hang it the fuck up.
So- pretty feeble, still, L. got to see her first demolition derby, there were some cute animals, had a clam boat & a pineapple shake, took photos.
The fried dough thing just leaves me shaking my head, though, and don't even get me started on the 'crafts'. Gund scarves, just horrible.
After we were there for a bit, thunderstorm started, at home listening to that now.