Craving turkey legs (Great America didn’t have any, and Steve and Scott thought that turkey legs were what you ate at Thanksgiving), we head out to the San Mateo County Fair-decent sized fair with an old school carnival feel.
The pig races were surprisingly entertaining. Beforehand, we took pictures with little Ellie, a 4.5 month pot-bellied piggy. I loved her. Don’t I look like a proud mother? Christine and Karin are the doting aunties
THIS is what we came for! I actually squealed when I saw the turkey leg stand.
Scott broke protocol and bought…ribs!!! At the turkey leg stand! Amateur!
Steve is back at it with the carnival games.
This is what $25 gets you, kids.
Scott didn’t fare much better at the shooting game thing…he was really close so many times, but the carnie wouldn’t give him a prize.
Nice, Karin.
The doting mother just brought home her baby piggy from the hospital.
Christine and I are the happy couple.
Look how I am cradling that pig! I do not want to let her go. Christine and Karin sit pretty, totally out of context in their cute little twin outfits. I really do belong in 4-H.
One day, these little guys will grow up to be just like Ellie. Karin wanted to stick one in Steve’s backpack. “They won’t notice if we put a piggy bank in there in place of one of the pigs, will they?”
We called this pig, “Karin” b/c, like Karin, she likes to lay around after a big meal.Tongue sticking out is optional
Always gotta put my hand through the fence. We called these 2 goats, “Christine” and “Veronika” because they were always getting into trouble. One of the goats started nibbling on someone’s jeans, and the other was sticking his head through the gate to drink from another pig’s water bucket. Karin, btw, is staring at the pig with the tongue sticking out. Look how mesmerized she is! Taking notes, I guess.
