The Weekday One Hundred

All he wanted was to relax on a big blanket under a shady maple tree. To eat homemade sandwiches, drink cold lemonade and talk. As a family.

“Dad! Ants!” screamed one daughter.

“Ewww… salami…really?” whined the other.

“It’s drizzling, you know,” chimed in the wife. Traitor.

Honestly though… he did see the bugs, and the dark clouds, and the sounds of distant thunder were unmistakable. Plus, he forgot about everyone’s aversion to processed meats.

But he was holding firm.

“Well, pick up the pace then. We’ll go when we finish eating.”

Summer picnic in the park.

Best family outing ever.