On July 20th we went to a little (and I mean LITTLE) blueberry festival that was just across the street from our apartment complex. It was unbearably hot out there and the festival was pretty lame so that will explain the unhappy looks Mike is giving me. I will spare you the shots of me with my makeup in rivers running down my face. Ahh northeast humidity, I haven't missed you!
The really old house that is part of the farm/plantation where the festival was held.
Not a happy camper, oh and did I mention that it cost $7 each for us just to go in and see how lame it was???