I have a minute, so I just wanted to stop over here in my very own blog to tell you that I have a guest post up today at my Dear Friend Stephanie’s blog. She’s hosting a several-week-long celebration for the Family Proclamation (which is something I love), and my post is about scorching morning breath and ticking clocks. And food. (More things I love. Obvs.)
Also I took Kid 1 on her first college visit today. We took a golf-cart tour of BYU, and it was tender and fun and precious and HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT MY KID IS GETTING READY TO CHOOSE A UNIVERSITY? Like that.
ALSO: BYU’s Museum of Art has Andy Warhol right now. We went to see some of that, after the tour and an interview and some yummy lunch. I geeked out. She nodded and smiled, because my Kid 1 is many things, but not a geek. And she asked if a person has to be an artist to get a curating-type job, because isn’t art cool? I geeked some more, because YAY! So we looked at alabaster saints and Islamic rugs and window frames and bowls, and then I stared at multiple Marilyns (10 of them, so dang cool) and one awesome James Dean, because yes please. And many more iconic Warholisms . Also creepy Japanese artist Takashi Murakami (his prints are creepy ; I assume he’s lovely). Guys, go. It’s free. And there’s a Warhol installation with silver foil bags filled with helium or some such airy substance, and you can play with them like giant silver balloony pillows. What could be more awesome than that? Not much, I tell you.
 that sounds like an illness, but it’s more like cans of soup and awesome prints of elephants and tigers
 creepy to me. And to Kid 1. Maybe you would find them adorable. But if I put that in my room, I could guarantee never to have a peaceful sleep again. I’d dream that pink flowers were planning my demise. GO SEE IT.