Today I woke up and decided that I really wanted to have a picnic. It looked like a really nice day and I wanted to take advantage of it!
Evan and I went to the grocery store and we came back and were going to set a blanket out in the grass outside of our little porch area by our apartment and have a picnic, relax and enjoy the sun.
When I went to set the blanket outside... I saw a terrible massacre. There was a birds nest that we had been watching grow for the past few weeks - that had fallen down from the post it was on (the fall was at least 11 or 12 feet!). There was one egg - cracked open - on our porch. The nest was down in the grass sideways and the other eggs were cracked and spilled on the edge of the porch and grass area. Blood. And need I say it - baby birdies. They did not look like birds yet, though. I won't describe anymore except to say it was absolutely gross.
I was sooo sad and disturbed. Who could have a picnic now - right next to the site of a tragedy?!?!
I ran back inside. Upset and a little nauseous.
Evan ran and grabbed the blanket, the food, drink, plates - and started causing a scene in the hallway. He improvised. He made me feel better.
We had a romantic indoor picnic in the hallway. We had some 1950's classics playing softly in the background. We had Kung-Pao noodles and Sushi. There was no sunshine but we enjoyed each other's company and that was the best part. I am pretty sure I have the greatest husband ever.
