This morning we packed the kids up for a short drive and went to a Pig Festival. Yes, you read that right, and no I’d never been to one before either! I’m not quite sure why it was called a pig festival. There weren’t any pigs there, unless you count the people running around eating pork sandwiches and ribs from food trailers boasting tables full of trophies in hopes to entice you to buy their meat and not from the booth next door.
We really weren’t there for the food, although we did enjoy a good pork sandwich and BBQ beans. We went in hopes to shake hands with Mike Huckabee. When we arrived he was walking around with a large entourage of supporters waving signs, Ron Paul supporters waving other signs and media walking backwards trampling young children. I’m not sure who was more annoying, the Ron Paul people or the media. I was about to show them all what a mom with a stroller can do. “I’m sorry, was that your knee cap? It’s just so crowded!” But my better judgment prevailed.
During his 40-hour work week, The Narrator has been involved with Huck’s site since long-before he was anybody nationally known. Every day Little Miss Sunshine asks him if he saw Huckabee that day. So we decided to take HER to meet him! Once we scoped the scene, we knew the only way we’d get to shake his hand while we each shouldered a kid was if The Narrator found somebody he knew and spoke up. We spotted Huck’s daughter and at a prime moment The Narrator started to holler at her. She looked a little confused to hear her name and since they’d never met in person she still was confused until he introduced herself. She grinned and was happy to meet him and see that their web people aren’t holed up in some basement as they around the campaign apparently joked. She pointed us in the right direction and we moved around to get to shake his hand. We were talking to his daughter and son and Mr. Huckabee had his back to us greeting another supporter. Just seconds before he turned around to greet us, T-Rex sneezed a giant sneeze that covered his face. Quick thinking had me wiping it on the inside of his jacket (ew…I know!!! but I didn’t have time or the space to dig through my bag for a tissue!!). The son and daughter got a kick out of that and I had T-Rex clean faced just in time for Mr. Huckabee to turn around and shake our hands. It was such a pleasure to meet him, and even more fun to have him stop for us and know at least of us (or the Narrator really).
He headed out and we enjoyed some sandwiches and good (?) music about brown gravy. No lie. It was a fun morning, but I was hungry the rest of the day because my hair smelled like a barbecue. Hmmm…I wonder what’s in the fridge…