I'm always telling people to skip the picnic at Woodward Park, at 21st and Peoria. It is, after all and in my estimation, the No. 1 suggested thing to do in this city. I'm not big on doing anything that's often suggested, mostly because I wish I could be a rebel or something neat like that.
Hubby's birthday hit us over the weekend, and we celebrated with two picnics - one luring and then shooing away and luring again the geese at the Tulsa Zoo and one chasing squirrels and yuppie dogs with Weber's fries and root beer at Woodward Park.
My very own broken branch from Woodward Park in Tulsa, Oklahoma! Just what I never knew I'd always wanted. Thanks, kiddo.



















