I hope everyone had a most laborious Labor Day. Our most recent outing was a walk to Fairyland. No, I did not take the little people to the Gap, the fragrance counter at Nordstrom, nor Lagoon on Pride Day. (Before you start sending hate emails know that my kids do, in fact, have a Fairy-Godfather so put your keyboards back down.) It’s a short jaunt over the river and through the woods to a place also known as The Fairy Forest. Whatever you may call it, its fun watch the muchkins (there I go again, offending one group or another) light up when they explore this magical place.
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| The moose my dad spotted prior to our walk. |
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| The subsequent traffic jam we caused by gawking at said moose. |
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| This could very well be called "Painted Rock Land." |
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| Move along. |
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| I caught a glimpse of the cantankerous Leprechaun that I suspect lives under this pile of gold. |
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| I immediately thought of 88 lines when I saw this and I know that only 2 people will even get this reference without having to "google" it. |
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| Even fairies have riffraff. |
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| I have to praise you. |
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| Found you. |
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| "Oh yeah, that's gonna be a good scar." |
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| "No thanks Tyler, I gave up my crack-pipes some time ago." |
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| Remember Blair Witch? I wish I hadn't either. |
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| This arch is delicate. |
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| Jack Skellington is tight with the fairies. |
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| I always appreciate a good sense of humor. |
