Well folks, it’s official. I’m sick. I’ve spent the whole day in bed and am using every home remedy I can think of. I had planned to write something brilliant (right), but these pictures of us at the Sate Fair will have to do.

That tree-man might just be the creepiest mascot ever.

Speaking of creepy, this goat enjoyed petting a bit more than was comfortable to me.

Running into rodeo princesses was a highlight of Newt’s life. She would like this blown up to poster size.

Mama, can I keep him?

What could be more all-American than that?

This “ride” was called Walk on Water.

See how the zipper came open there? Newt sank. I guess she just didn’t have enough faith.

And that was the end of that. Good thing we were ready to go anyway.