Me, on the bus, excitedly anticipating the fair.

Possibly the lamest picture ever. We had to wait 15 min. for the bus to more the final 20 feet, so I took this picture of Chris then.

Camera showdown on the bus!

Me, with my milkshake, under a very ironic sign. Actually, if you look through the archives of my blog, you can find the same banner last year.

Chris and Valerie eat unhealthy milkshakes.

Throwing health-consciousness completely to the wind, Chris enjoys an italian sausage.

Princess Kay of the Milky Way. Don't ask, they select a fair princess here, and then carve her in butter.

This is the international beer stand. I thought it was funny because of the Zimbabwean flag prominently displayed on the corner. Honestly, who associates Zimbabwe with beer?

I went to the fair with one thing on my agenda. That was to get fried dough. I succeeded, and if I may say, it was damn good.

Minnesotans sure do love their hot dagos.

Chris flexes his muscles in an attempt to demonstrate for everyone the strength of the Republican party. I know no better republican than him. :)

View of the fair from the grandstand.

On the way back, Chris tried to bombard me with spitballs. He failed miserably.