The fair! The place where your husband will fall in love with you all over again. After you get in a big fight of course.

We hit the State Fair this weekend. I love the fair. The smell of corn dogs, onion rings and caramel. 

Some of the best people watching in the world.

I did not like that my GPS showed that we were one minute away from the fair for 20 minutes. 

It took us 90 minutes to drive the 7 miles from our house. 

I was unaware that Styx was playing.

I now hate Styx. 

I also kind of hated Shane during that last 20 minutes of driving cause I had asked him to get home from work early so we could leave before rush hour. 

He kind of hated me for bringing it up a bunch of times.

That was super fun.

But then after forever, we finally made it. 

Funnel cakes, a couple rides and one game that won Lydia a teeny tiny dog.

All for $50! What a bargain!

That's okay. It's the fair! 

One of the only places I can wear my straw cowboy hat and a denim shirt besides the rodeo!

I know. It still doesn't really work.

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When we finally made our way out of the fair it was 10:30. Unfortunately that was the same time that Styx stopped playing. I hate Styx.

We were in the worst possible part of the parking lot. The traffic was at a total standstill. 

We were looking at probably an hour just to get out of the lot.

That's when I spied the pad locked gate blocking us from freedom.

"Shane. Go get the car and drive this direction this very slowly."

I then somehow convinced a couple guys to help me break open said gate and cut off the rope blocking our way to the street.

Yep. I did that. 

I enjoyed lots of screams of joy from nearby cars.

But my favorite was the look of awe from my admiring husband.

Yea. The fair rocks.