Spring PS Picnic

Boy oh boy was Wednesday a rough hump day!

I woke up weeping.

I went to work and started to weep again.

Right before the whole thing started, I hid away in the restroom stall and wept again.

Then, I put on my big girl panties and went and did the thing!

I missed P an extra lot this year.

I wanted so badly for him to come visit and be a part of it... telling stupid jokes and visiting with everyone and mixing the salads and calling me "Sis."

But, I had my Mr. Watkins and I had my Beyta.

And that was enough!

We didn't have softball because of the never-ending rain we seem to be having.

But, my Streets guys cleaned out the bays under the large canopy where all of our trucks and big yellow machines sit.

Parks brought tables and chairs and they were set up in no time.

My guys filled up coolers with ice and drinks.

Beyta and Mr. Watkins took me to Sam's Club to get all the grub.

Structural Maintenance grilled up 200 steaks.

And the crews ate and ate and ate.

We ran out of food for the first time since I started doing this four years ago.

There were smiles and laughs and hugs and fist bumps.

We did it.

Again.

Until Fall.