in limbo
Today during our spring-is-finally-here picnic a kid’s soccer ball flew into our food and made some of our fruit go flying. Danny did not hesitate for one second — he calmly stood up, grabbed the ball and threw it into traffic. The teacher in me was mortified for a good ten minutes, then I had some more wine and laughed about it for the rest of the afternoon, I even agreed to take my swiss army into the ball if it hit us again.
