oH dear Nancia! no cliffs for either of us I think. Growing up dad and mom used to visit lots of volcano spots throughout the country and there was that little guard rail. Mom used to say climb over that we want a good picture. I would break out crying NOOOO and well you didnt irk mom often out loud but it was a heck no moment in my life. I would cry she would get furious I would climb over hating every second step back we want a better pick.. I took them. never ever smiled. wonder if she was hoping well four kids and all howcome IT WAS ALWAYS ME who had to climb over? I was a middle child.. yikes. never the little one.. argh! thanks for that moment in time Nancia. We will have dinner for you promise. I am tempted to go to the fair. I have no energy to walk it mind you but it seems like a sure fun thing to do.. can I go to this for you Nancia? what do you want sign up here for your favorite fair food..
fried artichoke hearts. so bad for you oh so very good...