Kate and I are home from our Minnesota adventure. No time to do is justice on the blog right now, as Kate's Grammy Wachdorf is in town and life is busy, but Rebecca, my friend of View from the Prarie Box fame, has a great Flickr stream of pictures from our weekend.

And to continue my blog plagiarizing, I will also link to this post from Charity's blog highlighting one of her favorite conversational moments.

As I said when we were eating Oreos and drinking red wine the first night at the cabin, I love this weekend. I recently read a poem on someone else's blog that reminds me of all the late night conversations I have had with these girls over the years. So now I've stolen three people's work.

The Good Nights

by Joseph Mills

On the good nights
when the bottle’s empty
we always want
just a little more,
half a glass,
a few sips,
a taste.
We know
this desire
can be dangerous
to pursue,
that it can make
mornings difficult,
so usually we
brush our teeth
let the dog in,
lock the doors,
but sometimes,
even as we say
We really should
get ready for bed,
instead of loading
the dishwasher
we will search
for the corkscrew,
all the while
shaking our heads
in wonder
at this willingness
to ignore the clocks
and the fact we have
to work tomorrow,
this irresponsibility,
this evidence
even after all these years
of the unquenchable desire
for each other’s company.