A most perfect evening

Last night I should have been doing laundry and working. But instead, I made some pasta, we packed it in tupperware, and headed to the park for a picnic.

It was one of those beautiful summer evenings that simply could not be wasted on mundane tasks like housework. Ick.

So waste it we did not.

And then we walked home, hand-in-hand, lost in deep discussion about grizzly bears, cyclopses (who are rumored to live under the bridge in Lincoln Park), fluffy white dogs, and princesses.

And when we got to the last block, we raced the rest of the way home. I won. La couldn't believe that I knew how to run that fast. And that's when I told her all about my eighth grade "track star days."

It put her right to sleep.