Minnesota? Wisconsin?

So Dave is currently in some part of the country with a lot of lakes.  He's been gone for the whole week and, literally, if someone gave me 25 bucks and a pack of smokes to tell them exactly where he is - well, I'm just not sure I could. 

Does that mean we've become so comfortable with each other that we need not be bothered by the confines of geography? 

Or is it that, as I move through the daily logistics of single parenting two stinky children, it may not matter which EXACT state he's in. It only matters that he's not in THIS state. 

All that to say, we miss DRS.  We miss dad.  We miss the household XBOX lead.  We miss the morning revelee (it's quite possible I've been late every day since he's been gone). And so on.  And so forth.

And, in his absence, exciting things have happened. 

Stella got her first-ever dance costume from the sweet little class she's been taking.

And Henry's been trying to the ignore the first-ever dance costume from the sweet little class she's been taking - and the fanfare that accompanies it.

He's just been too busy sorting out his basketball cards into long rows for, you know, various purposes that are important.  And, this goes without saying, NO ONE SHOULD TOUCH THEM.  Particularly the girl in the first-ever dance costume from the sweet little class she's been taking.

So hurry home, DRS.  The excitement is getting too much to handle alone.