alfresco
after getting our lunch together, i told paul didn't know where we should eat -- the kitchen or the living room.
paul: let's have a picnic on a smooth blanket.
me: smooth?
so i put a little blanket on the floor in the living room. he wasn't satisfied. as soon as he stepped on it, it wrinkled. i looked at it. brainstorm!
me: painters tape!
paul: tape?
i found a roll in the kitchen. taped the corners of the blanket down. paul pointed at a few more spots he felt were worthy of tape. (i had to veto some of these spots because he was getting a little extravagant.) when we were done, we had a perfectly smooth blanket -- and on this perfectly smooth blanket, we had a perfectly nice picnic.