Tonight was the perfect night for our annual visit the State Fair. And the perfect night for meeting the new Big Tex, corn dogs, Little Hands on the Farm, fried Thanksgiving dinner, milking cows, parades, fireworks, cow ears, and midway rides.
I don't remember how or when exactly it started, but sometimes Jon and I look at each other and decide something (or someone) is crazy, bizarre, or NUTS, and we mutter, "Banana sandwiches." This term can also describe life in the Bushwar house, so what better title for a blog about the ooey-gooey and the sometimes crazy moments of my life?
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