Forgot to post my birthday visit with my boyfriend October 2020. I can't remember a year Big Tex at the Great State Fair of Texas hasn't wished me a Happy Birthday. I think these two guys remind him every year. For years, and I mean years, I've whined about going up in the skytracker after a storm to help them tuck in Big Tex's shirtail after the winds. So far they've had every excuse in the book, I'm too small for the safety equipment, etc. But hope springs eternal, next year might be my year. I'll be there, whining!
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Someone said I was delusional. I nearly fell off my unicorn.