Husband and I decided to celebrate all the delightful spring weather we've been experiencing with a picnic. So, we made our way to one of our favorite spots and what a celebration indeed. There were flowers everywhere, my ChikFilA sandwich had extra pickles [this alone is YAY! worthy], and we were just basking in all of spring's glory.. when it happened.
The breeze picked up and within 1.739 seconds the scent of rotting animal decay [even typing this just gives me the no feeling] joined our little picnic. Our response? Something along the lines of ohh, we don't want to let a silly breeze end our date.. I'm sure it will pass soon. Well friends, it did not pass.. it just got worse, and worse, and worse. After failed attempts to eat while we each tried to breathe through our mouth and block the horrific scent by covering our nose with napkins and/or our shirt collar [not. even. kidding.], we realized that a silly breeze is actually worthy reason to end a picnicking date. And so, we ran away. Far, far away.
Decaying animal scented breeze, I'd like to thank you for the reminder that the circle of life is not just a song. But in the future, I ask that you please keep to yourself because the words picnic and death should just never be associated.
