Remember last fall how I ranted about Mike never taking me to an apple orchard to go apple picking in the fall? Then remember how I ended up tagging along with my sisters-in-law and nieces and nephews? And finally, remember how Mike didn’t even go with? Well! I thought of another thing Mike and I have never done together: go on a picnic. I fear however, that as my pregnant belly gets bigger, I may have missed the window of being able to get up from the sitting position in the grass without the help of a small forklift. I just always thought it would be so cute to pack a picnic and go to a local forest preserve with Mike and Weezer in tow. We would spend the afternoon eating foods out of cute mason jars and laying on the blanket staring at the clouds and guessing what shape each cloud resembles. Sigh…sounds pretty fantastic, right? Somehow I don’t see my real life version of a picnic going as smoothly. I am sure we would forget something imperative like silverware back home and be forced to eat with our hands. I can also see an ant hill being conveniently located …

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