Best. Week. Ever. (For now, anyway.)

This might have been our best week ever. Or, since we intend to keep having adventures, I guess I should say, "so far." It didn't start off that way. The picnic had brought productivity at the sweatshop known as DAD to a near standstill, and we only had four days to scramble to get all of our filings in. Monday I worked insanely late, hit traffic, came home, burned dinner, and bit my poor baffled husband's head off. Definitely not something I'm proud of, but you have to hand it to the man. He doesn't miss an audible. When I got home Tuesday, again late and traffic-scarred, he had wine and takeout on the table. I could not have been more grateful.

Wednesday we had Luke Bryan tickets, so I hustled to leave work at a decent hour and we fought traffic to Merriweather, an awesome outdoor concert venue with literally the world's worst location. We eventually made it and had a blast sitting on the lawn with 22 oz. Bud Lights and an excellent view of the world's most ridiculous country fans (complete with pink shorts, boat shoes, and dance moves better suited for rap videos.) We're having a terrific time living in the DC metro area, traffic woes aside. But we really can't wait to leave.

We left early Friday for Minneapolis and a long-overdue long weekend away. Travis and Karen's wedding (at historic Fort Snelling) was beautiful, and we had a wonderful time catching up with friends and hitting the dance floor. It made my night to be able to twostep with Seth again, who once spent an entire evening trying to keep his poor toes out of my clumsy way at a dive country bar in Fayetteville. He's not as graceful as he used to be, but I'll venture a guess that he's still the smoothest twostepper in the family.

The rest of the weekend felt like a vacation, and I was reminded how much I really like Mineeapolis- St. Paul. In the summer, anyway. We feasted on cheesecurds and Seth introduced me to Grainbelt beer in Stillwater, and made another stop on our Cabela's tour of the United States. (This one, to Seth's delight, had tractors.) We finally made my five-years-in-the-making pilgrimage to Isles Bun and Coffee, and they still had buckets o' cream cheese frosting like I remembered. Seth let me drag him to a hipster bar in Uptown, where we had some amazing yucca fries, and the state fair, where we indulged in more cheese curds and a ferris wheel ride before fleeing the truly insane crowds.

 I ran a gorgeous half marathon Saturday morning through the streets and green spaces of St. Paul with Jackie, and it was just like old times (only better, because it was a cutesy women's event with ridiculously friendly spectators and champagne at the finish.) Oh, and I took Seth to check out the new Target field, where the Twins play. Admittedly, some pretty nice digs.

All in all, we felt like we squeezed in a killer mini-vacation (in the upper midwest, no less.) And still made it home in time to celebrate Labor Day by doing absolutely no labor and instead watching a "Two and a Half Men" marathon and mustering just enough energy to throw dinner on the grill.

Hope everyone else had as relaxing and fun a long weekend as we did! Now it's back to the grind for SOME of us (read: not Seth, who kicks off hunting season with a trip to North Dakota tomorrow)...

And because of that, the picture of the week is me celebrating my highly unusual (and unepected) win over Seth at the watergun horse race at the fair.