Picnic in the Rain

We took a week off after our crazy month and fully enjoyed sleeping, resting, sleeping, more resting, some reading, watching a movie, more sleeping and resting all last week. Did I mention we slept and rested? :) Anyway, after a week of that schedule, we all felt a bit antsy and restless. So on Sunday, one full week after all the resting, we had the idea to get out of the house and have a picnic. We packed up our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, pringles, oreos and bottled water and headed out to find a perfect little spot on our island to enjoy the beauty of the sunset and eat our picnic.

About 10 minutes out of town we started noticing all these motorbikes coming back drenched, as if they'd jumped into a river rather than get caught in the rain. Joseph and I looked at eachother a little concerned, but said, "hey, it's probably not that bad. We can drive beyond the rain." Our rest-filled bodies were pretty ready for an adventure and we continued to drive.  Within 10 more minutes our car was drenched and the sky looked pretty menacing. We looked at eachother again and decided to turn back and drive a different direction. We got a quick whine from Anna who HATES turning around. We haven't quite figured out why but think it has something to do with 'losing' and 'having to go back home.'  After we assured her we weren't headed home, we drove off in another direction. Rain. We turned around and went in a different direction.  Rain.  

Pretty soon it became obvious that our great idea of a picnic had definately been rained out. Americans are not easily deterred so we decided the salvage the best we could of our big rush of energy and decided to picnic . . . on our living room floor, on top of a blanket, to make it at least FEEL like a picnic.  As we ate our sandwiches and munched on pringles, we watched the rain pour down right outside our house.