Farm Show or BUST...

I should start by saying that I can't even believe I'm sharing this with you...and then I'm going to bust into my very own PSA about trusting your instincts.  People always say you should "trust your gut" when making big decisions or in the context of personal safety.  Let me just say, all that goes out the window when the Pennsylvania Farm Show is in town.  Ugggghhhh.  I'm sighing as I write this.  Despite all of the intellect and education we have between the six of us, somehow we still came to the conclusion that a trip to the Farm Show was appropriate...and perhaps even, fun?  

Mike looks amazed at the size of that combine. Dave is clearly putting on his best "surprised" face and in complete awe of the beauteous machine. And yet, at the same time,  I'm pretty confident I can hear the exact words going through Jake's head at that very moment (although I'll let you fill in the blank and feel free to use your own artistic license).   I mean, let's be serious...do we really look like Farm Show material?  Not dressing appropriately may have been our first mistake :-)

There were plenty of animals.  We just walked on by while trying to find the wine.

Just in case you were ever in need of these handy tips...well, now you KNOW.
It's definitely a relief to know that duct tape sticks to brick walls...what a gorgeous poster display.  

Cow butts.

For you Minnesotans out there, I don't know that I can really draw a great comparision between the Farm Show and the MN State Fair; much of the same stuff as far as the animals and agriculture goes, but definitely on a mini-scale.  Animals...check (complete with associated smells and concrete covered in wet hay...gag), fried food...check (although the planning and layout of the "lines" for the food stands were subpar--as in the "lines" were just mobs of people within a large warehouse--definitely a cause for frustration, especially when hungry), and agricultural competitions...check (with more pumpkins, mushrooms, apples, honey, etc., etc., etc., than you ever expect to see).

Needless to say, I didn't take many photos.  We were only at the Farm Show for about a total of an hour or so.  In fact, we spent most of our time trying to wander through the sea of people moving throughout the buildings and hallways at insidiously slow speeds.  We had a few chicken nuggets, french fries, a turkey barbecue, and a strawberry surprise to tide our stomachs over, and walked out the door with a trio of wine bottles from one of Jen's favorite wineries while watching children play in piles of corn.  Clearly, it's now been instilled in us that we are definitely not farm show material!