The house is quiet. My husband is out fishing today. My daughter left a few minutes ago to ride up to Raleigh with some of my other family members. They’ll be visiting the North Carolina State Fair tomorrow, spending what’s expected to be a beautiful, sunny day having fun. Riding rides, looking at exhibits and eating fried foods that are not normally fried.
Same word–fair. Vastly different meaning.
I’d rather have theirs.