I think I’m going to start a new series, which hopefully will allow more frequent glimpses into my life on a day-to-day basis.
Because it was such a wonderful day outside, Madison and I decided to eat outside at the sandwich stop we’ve decided to be regulars at. I don’t think we’ve accomplished our goal yet because the sandwich boys behind the counter still spoke to me like I was slow. Maybe it’s just the way I look?
So we take our meals outside, each sporting the cutest little picnic napkin on the side. The wind kept blowing mine away, but I learned my reflexes from my cats when growing up so I wasn’t too worried.
Until the last time it blew away… forever. My chase was valiant at first, although to others it may have seem like I was demonstrating my favorite rain dance. My one hand—because this girl is never the pursuer—waved frantically into the air until I stopped, realizing that I was inches away from violating the crotch of the lady sitting at the table next to us!
My hand dropped uselessly back onto the table as I watched my cute, badly used napkin caress her bare thigh and then drift into the distance.