Breezy Day

It's a beautiful sunny day. It's warm. The youngest child wanted to eat dinner outside at the picnic table. The mother with Seasonal Affective Disorder thought it would be a good plan. Sure, it's a little breezy today. But hey, it's time to break into a chorus of John Denver's "sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy...."

When it's a "little breezy" to the tune of having the wind knock over your full milk glass, when it's a "little breezy" to the tune of having the wind blow your cowboy soup off your spoon on the way to your mouth,...
maybe it would've been better to forego the sunshine and eat indoors.