Art, Ice Cream and Italian Food. Yes, In That Order. What? Don't Look At ME Like That.

I freaked out today, I could not take the house one more minute.  I packed a bag, loaded both kids in the truck and away we went. We drove into downtown for some Art Therapy.
We spent quite a lovely afternoon bouncing about The Cleveland Museum of Art. Where it was concluded that Andy Warhol was full of beans but that Rothko fella might be on to something. And you know what? Matisse ain't bad.
Then we swung by the house and nabbed Papa, fresh in off the lake.
Then we hit an ice cream parlor and ate sundaes.
THEN, and only then, did we stop over at a small local joint for some pasta.
Yes. Sometimes we do dessert first. In case of the Apocalypse happening and interfering with dessert.
(You never know.)