My Fair Random

I burnt my arm last Tuesday. I didn't tell you about it because it was just a little pink, and I didn't want you to think I was a baby. Plus, I had all of that other fascinating random. Now, I must show you how that steamer burn progressed though...

Nice, right? Let's see what else I found on my camera...oh, the latest foodstuff to have an identity crisis...

...seriously, Candy Corn? Can't you just stay your crappy self? I mean there are people who enjoy you, and those of us who pretend to for purely festive reasons. Telling me these two flavors have real honey does not sweeten the deal at all. Well actually, it literally does sweeten the deal, but whatever. 
Speaking of sweet, I spent a few quality moments with this short dark and handsome before he disappeared.

But wait! What is this? I forgot to show you this year's trip to the Fair. Not just any fair...the New York State Fair. (Click here to see some pics from two years ago, or here for two years before that. We go every year, but were you really going to check out all of them? It's absolutely not that I am too lazy to find the links, but more that I value your time.) 
Here is the first thing we saw...

...groovy and a bit creepy, but certainly not corny...

That corn cob totally stole Mr. Peanut's monocle! Oh my gosh, my son came home for the holiday weekend!!! We had maple snow cones, which were perfect for the ninety degree day!

Check out this favorite of ours...

...he goes by the name Bandaloni (which I finally figured out this year - alone - get it? Yeah, you probably did!) He plays all of those instruments with some pulleys and such while singing as well. We caught I'm a Believer and Highway to Hell - Fantastic!
We made our annual pilgrimage to the dairy building. Got milk?

Of course there was the butter sculpture...OR SO WE THOUGHT! 

I saw a story last week showing the butter "sculptors" spreading butter over some pieces that were formed models, including a milk gallon jug! I was in a bit of a funk feeling a bit like I had seen Oz behind the curtain. Yep, I thought they sculpted everything each year out of butter. I was more dismayed to read that the butter is inedible in the end as well. Hmpf.

Perhaps the sand sculpture will cheer us up...

...I suppose that depends if you like sketchy-faced beaver shots! Let's get to what really got that boy to come home from college. I won't kid myself into thinking it was just to see me (or Foz). Here it is...

...go ahead, read it yourself as I refuse to type that out! His sister was kind enough to fan him a bit as he worked his way through the "sandwich".

Do you want to see it, the true splendor of it all?

The boy claims it was delicious!

There might have been a few more photos, but they will have to wait, as I believe you have enough to digest for now.