Made her picks.
Placed her bets. Cheered on her choices.
They never even found the finish line. (Hard to tell, but believe me, you have not see this kind of chaos on a racetrack before. I mean, come on, a man dressed like a hot dog?) But the crowd still went nuts.
She was ticked and me and her, and Whitney and Tanner, had to leave early.
My face mysteriously turned purple that Saturday. Not to worry, all better now.
2 comments:
that looks like so much fun, where is that even held?
Awesome pics. We will have to come next year fo shizzle!
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