– a family outing to the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden. Now I'm all for art, but Spoonbridge and Cherry is the only thing in that garden, as far as I'm concerned. And not just for the obvious dessert implications. Or the fact that it's by a guy named Claes Oldenburg. Isn't he the bad guy from A Series of Unfortunate Events? I'm just not a huge fan of modern art. However, if there was a huge fan in the garden, that might be cool. (Hahaha, "huge fan"… "cool"… I don't know. Make it work.)
There was also a swarm of biting gnats that seemed intent on our family. Other people were spread out on picnic blankets without a care in the world while I was waving my arms like a lunatic and looking like Cousin It, hoping my hair would offer some shelter. It didn't.
– a walk through the Renaissance Festival with a nicey-nice lady. Mae Cake was chillin' with my sunglasses.
– art class. Mae Cake dropped a marker and it made this cool splot on the floor.
– a trip to the "rainbow park." I still don't get why V calls it that, but it IS a sweet playground/park.
– some suspiciously easy pancakes.
– a tough day that ended with me eating Ritz crackers with Nutella (straight from the jar)…
… staring at the boxes in the open cupboard (I really liked the graham cracker verbiage)…
… then drinking a glass of water while staring at the "chitchen," V and Mae Cake's awesome play kitchen. V has an interesting way of saying "kitchen." The wall behind the chitchen is equally interesting after a long day.
– my broski and his lovely new wifey are in town for their MN "wedding reception" (AKA- party for people who couldn't make it to CA for the real wedding). My parents hosted it at their house and did all the cooking and everything. It was a FUN party. So fun, in fact, that I took no pictures. After the party, a bunch of us went to the Dubliner to hear the incomparable Highland Paddy play some rousing Irish music. A bunch of noisy Polish ladies forced my broski on stage with the band to play a tune or two. My MA even came out for the festivities. A night for the books, to be sure.
Riot and Frolic 
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