Man, I missed you.
My wrists, sadly, did not. But I did. And really, that's all that matters.
So let's see…what's new?
1. Home made art inspired by real art. 
A few weeks ago, I made a few trips to IKEA for a handful of small home beautifying projects, namely the long overdue photo series entitled: "Photos of Us Doing Things in the Rooms in Which We Would Actually Do Them."
Been planning this one for years. Let me demonstrate with one wall in my bath tub cubby area:
I know, I know…Naked Kid on Blog Alert. But the kid that's most naked in the two shots are me. That's right. Me at three, and me at four. I've had those shots forever, and I wanted to have shots of Cole and Aidan there, too. And Dan. Problem is? No cute shots of Dan in the tub as a wee one. For a brief moment, we all laughed at the idea of just taking a present day shot of Dan, in the tub, hands strategically placed over the family jewels, chest hair and all, for the ultimate in photographic incongruities, but we thought, "Maybe not." So that's why there are two shots of me. Naked. Moving on. Sorry, Dan. We'll fit you into the Kitchen montage, I promise.
2. My wrists hurt and I'm going to see a specialist and I've cried a lot because I hate it when things aren't normal. Pity party ends here.
3. Guess what time it is in Minnesota?
Yep. It's fair time. Know how I know for sure? Strangers are moving through my neighborhood at all hours of the day, up until 11 p.m. and last night, standing on my porch, I could hear every single word of the Backstreet Boys at the State Fair Grandstand singing "I Want it That Way."
When the wind is blowing just right to the east, it's like being right there. I closed my eyes and saw the coordinating white outfits on the tarmac. Sigh.
Maybe I'm going about living near the fair all wrong. Maybe it's a gift, you know?
Just like A.J.'s facial hair.
Aw yeah. Backstreet's Back. And so am I.
