pregnant people are supposed to like pickles

We went to the OC fair/swap meet awesomeness while we were visiting California this past weekend. 

I had never been before and was amazed by the thousands of trinkets and gadgets and clothes and dog leashes and kitchen utensils. Avery got a gigantic ice cream cone, a lemonade with too much sugar, and some kettle corn; I got nothing;  and my husband, who is not a fan of spending money on "unnecessary" things ("unnecessary" in quotations because you never know when your dog might need a khaki baseball cap), bypassed all of the nifty fishing lures and designer impostor colognes and walked out with exactly what he wanted and nothing more. 

We spent a couple hours sifting through all of the "As seen on TV" type paraphernalia, made fun of weird people, then we hauled our purchases back to our car and I snapped a picture. What did my picky husband walk out with, you ask?

Picky husband picked a pair of pickled pickles. 

That's right, out of the the uncountable number of possible items we could have brought home and thrown out 6 months later, we walked out with two pickles.

They were pretty good though, I have to admit, and I'm not just saying that because pregnant people are supposed to like pickles, they really were delish.

Oh, and Ave brought home a couple kernels of  kettle corn. I mean, she didn't know they were stuck to her butt, but they made it to the parking lot regardless.

I love my family. They are funny even when they aren't trying to be.