John's friend Candy Ben is pretty awesome. He's been nothing but kind and gracious to our family since I first met him, and the latest in a string of gifts was a repeat invitation to pick in his great-uncle's berry patch. It's a huge, family patch perched in the wind and sun on top of a green hill, with long rows of bushes hanging heavy with berries.
Without fail, John always ruins my plans.
On Saturday, he was supposed to be in Rochester all day, and I had mapped out the day thusly:
-Girls and I weed the garden in the burning sun for many hours
-Mop the floor, do laundry, etc., etc.
-Take children to Greenwood to swim and/or watch a movie together and eat mountains of freshly buttered popcorn, depending on the weather, so their memories of childhood and their mother aren't completely unfavorable
Sounds pretty good, right? But, nooo, Mister Grinchy-pants had to surprise me by not leaving us for the entire day. Instead, he woke up early and made a fancy breakfast before telling us to put on our bathing suits and get in the van.
Which, incidentally, explains why we're all wearing bathing suits under our frocks at the local zoo.
Mom O. gave us a year's joint pass for the zoo and children's museum, but this was the first time we'd gone to the zoo this summer.
As happenstance had it, free face painting met us midway up the hill, so John and I paraded around with these creatures for the rest of the visit.