It’s exactly the same every year, but I think that’s what draws us back.

Apparently there was some drama involved with the Heaviest Pumpkin competition this year and this really was the winner.

A must see.

I didn’t even win Mardi Gras beads this year. Sigh.

The photobooth ate our picture. So, as per usual, I ain’t afraid to hunt down the carnie and make him open it up for me. But we missed out on an Amelie-esque opportunity. When he opened the machine, there were three or four other photos stuck in there from people who had given up waiting. I should have asked if we could keep them. Darn.