sanguinepenguin

i witnessed my biological destiny today as i watched my father and uncle stage a memorial day picnic in the rain, wind, and hail. the kids complaining that they were cold. the women complaining the picnic benches were wet. and the dog whimpering under the table as the lightning flashed and the thunder crashed.

my father and uncle looked betrayed when i asked, "do you think this is a good idea?"

picnics tempered with adversity are the most rewarding, albeit the least practical.