Last month Vonda and I went to the Strawberry Days Rodeo. It's been our tradition the last few years. A little mutton bustin', barrel racing and bull riding. Best of all is the strawberries and cream that they sell at the rodeo, it's seriously what I imagine heaven being like...except for one thing. This chunky little boy kept deciding he needed to climb up and down the bleachers every 3 minutes and he thought squishing by me was the best way to do this. He had a stinky, fat little rear end and it was a perfect height with my face every time he stumbled by me. I was on the verge of pinching it (or biting it) the next time he came by, I didn't.
Here's the only picture I took of the rodeo. Sorry! I was a little distracted by a couple stinky cheeks in my face, I was fighting for my very survival. Don't judge me.