It’s official–all concerts are over, millions of calories have been consumed [mostly resulting from millions of mozzarella sticks], I have all sorts of new Carnie friends [gosh I’m gonna miss them], I look like a haggard ball of Lord knows what, and I have washed my feet more times than I’ve brushed my teeth. Whoever said county fairs aren’t life or death situations is lying. I am convinced I am dying. Also, whoever said you can’t drink at county fairs is lying. There is magic [read silliness] in bringing in your own water bottles. Mark that one down and keep it in your memory bank all you 21+ readers. The good news is I overcame my fear of Ferris wheels and it only cost me $10 to do so. Since when is a Ferris wheel ride $10? Fricken inflation. 

In other non-fair news, we close on our new house next week [!!!!!] The stomach ulcerating part of this is that we are remodeling it from top to bottom so all of that starts in a few days. I’m pretty confident I booked two vacations which will be taking place in the midst of all of that because WHO WANTS TO DO WORK? In all seriousness though, I can’t wait to watch this house transform and you best believe I will be sharing every ounce of that on here and on Instagram [#SchradersOnTheMove, because every home remodel deserves its own hash tag]. The goal is to actually keep this house after the work is all done unlike that teeny little lake cottage we thought was a good idea last year. 

Regardless, I apologize for tardiness around this joint, it’s just all of the above paragraphs fault. 

To conclude today’s post, I figured I would end with a thousand and ten pictures of the last few days. I was going to go for a thousand and eleven but figured that may be too much. Here we go. 

Pre-conquering my Ferris Wheel fear

Justin Moore–the redneck of all rednecks

Remember them? I barely did either. 

No explanation necessary 

my concert partner in crime — also known as miss chic

And that concludes the busiest week of my life, until next year fair…