if at first you don't succeed...

...give up and go home.

That's our motto.

Or at least it was this last weekend.

Our new hometown has an annual event called "Peach Days."  It brings in approximately 50,000 spectators, which for a town of 18,000 is kind of a big deal.  There are parades and booths and even carnival rides.  Tim and I decided to give it a try, so we loaded Ellie up in the car and drove all of two minutes to park downtown.

Our first and greatest issue the entire time was Tim's cell phone, which is also his work phone.  Let me preface this by saying that I am so grateful that Tim has a job, let alone one that he loves so much.  But sometimes I just want to throw his phone out the window!  There are so many projects and events that he is in charge of, which means that he is constantly on call.  Which means that his phone is constantly ringing.  Which means that sometimes I can barely control my phone-throwing reflexes.

Like this weekend, for example.

The entire time we were walking downtown, Tim was such a champ, on the phone helping fix all kinds of problems.  And Ellie and I people-watched and silently wished the problems would just fix themselves.

But in the midst of my impatience with his phone, we had some good times, too.  Like that time we ate at the Dutch Oven Shoppe.  Because all good times revolve around food, right?

My dad would have laughed till he was blue in the face if he'd been there.  He thinks dutch oven cooking is the most ridiculous thing in the world.  "Why cook it in a dutch oven when you can just cook it in normal ways?"  But if he had eaten their food, he wouldn't have been laughing.  Hot dang, that was some good food!

We actually ended up taking the food home and eating it there, because between Tim's phone and the sweat dripping down our backs and the dog back at home, we decided to just call it a day.  But not before we walked past this:

And I got more excited than Ellie probably ever will be that I get to take her there someday and ride all the rides with her.  And then I decided that riding a ferris wheel with Tim is definitely on my bucket list.  Because it just seems romantic.

Next year maybe Tim's phone will inexplicably get "lost."

But at least this year we got some dang good ribs and potatoes!