the french word for picnic is pique-nique which is a lot more glamorous than the english spelling.
i went to two picnics this weekend. picnics, cook-outs, bbqs - whatever. ate way too many grilled meats. drank a fair amount of beer and daquiris. soaked up as much sun as i could whilst being drenched in SPF 45. i am sure that in ten years "they'll" say "it's not the sun giving you cancer, it's the sunblock." lovely. went kayaking on sunday whilst motor boats zoomed around me and craig. it was a tad annoying and the damn boats are smelly as well. bastards. the sailboats were pretty and the day was sunny. the SPF 45 did its job once again.
being back to work after a three day weekend is rather painful. craig and i discussed how different the world would be if weekends were three days. if you could guarantee that people would get their work done in four days instead of five and trust that they would work the fifth day if they really still had some work to finish up - the world would be a magnificent place. alas, you have slack ass workers like most of those peeps working for the state of north carolina whereby you give them an inch and they walk all over you. give them one day off and they call in "sick" (i.e., my cows are sick, my dog is sick, my kid had nightmares all night, my car is sick, i have to take care of some stuff sick) the four days after it. it's a beautiful thing.
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