We are not really a spontaneous family. There is a reason for it. We could be described as a Seinfeld moment waiting to happen. David had a bright idea to go on a picnic at the lake and let Chloe Jo go "fishing". What a wonderful man...making plans for a day with his family. We go by and pick up Granny and Papa, chicken and the works at KFC...off we go. On the way we notice it getting pretty breezy outside and so after looking at the forecast we find scattered showers for today. Still, we drive on all the way to Paris Landing State Park.
When we get there we see how rough the water is but make our way to the picnic area with our lunch. We even bring a blue and white checked table cloth for the table. We unwrap all the chicken and fixins and prepare for a feast. We all sit down and start eating and the craziest thing happens. Mosquitos start landing all over our food...in our mashed potatoes and gravy...macaroni and cheese...basically, attacking our picnic area. Not just a few mosquitos either. We are being swarmed by HUNDREDS of mosquitos! It is when I look down that I panic. We all start slapping mosquitos between bites. I can tell you pretty much the only thing eating was them! We inhale our chicken and start throwing stuff in the truck. David is pulling out as we are all jumping in with the mosquitos following us into the truck. We let down the windows to get them to fly out as we floor it out of there before they let the air out of our tires.
After our escape, David and I just chuckle to each other. The funny thing is all those people by the water. He said they must not know any better. They were all in bathing suits in the cold about to get eaten by all the mosquitos we left behind at Paris Landing today. How's that for a Sunday afternoon? Now for that N-A-P on my porch...
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