March 2007. A beautiful spring days means, time to go to a park. We were too lazy to pack food, so instead of a picnic, we ate at home and then went with a blanket. Which we call a flopnic. Or flopnicanstroll, if you count the part where we walked up the trail and back. It was really nice, though by that evening the tree allergens had gotten to me. I'm not sorry we went, but I'm not a happy camper this Monday! Who gets a Spring Day hangover?
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