Split in half

That’s how I felt those last couple of days in Minnesota. I woke up Thursday morning thinking about my frakking kids and what they were doing to my apartment and to drive each other nuts. I wanted my own bed. I wanted to go out and eat crappy fast food without being rude. Cara’s a foodie and either makes great food or finds the best place to get it out. But I was jonesing for a Burger King Whopper (which I promptly got at the airport) or a big bag of cheetohs.

And then I sat in her yard and enjoyed the peace and beauty and I didn’t WANT to come back.

So Thursday we lunched with Cara’s Mom and then went over to the SPAM Museum. Cara had fun giving me shit (see her journal) all through the place.

My favorite part of the museum was the piggy doors. They were soooo cute.

Then we wandered over to her sister’s to see her backyard garden and then to her mom’s.

I had been told throughout the visit that Tracy would never let me take a picture of him. So much that I snuck one of them out in the yard. But when I asked him point blank to pose with Cara he was more than happy to. I don’t know why everyone thinks he’s such a tough guy. I managed a hug and a photo all in my first visit. The guy is mush.

Friday we went to the zoo before Cara dropped me at the airport. The Mineapolis zoo is very nice but I couldn’t manage walking the whole place so we ended up on their crappy monorail.

I will go back.