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		<title>Breakfast Picnic at 40 Degrees</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Several weeks ago, Alana and Grandma Marilyn made a Berenstein Bears picnic basket out of a brown paper grocery bag. Alana immediately got a wild hair to have a &#8220;picnic breakfast&#8221; the next morning. I told her it was going to be wet. She walked over to the front door, opened it, and pointed to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Several weeks ago, Alana and Grandma Marilyn made a Berenstein Bears picnic basket out of a brown paper grocery bag. Alana immediately got a wild hair to have a &#8220;picnic breakfast&#8221; the next morning. I told her it was going to be wet. She walked over to the front door, opened it, and pointed to the (covered) front porch and explained, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to have it <em>there</em>.&#8221; I explained that it was going to be cold. She insisted.</p>
<p>I was off at work the following morning, but she remembered and remained equally insistent, so Julie let her do it:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><a title="Alana's &quot;picnic breakfast&quot; in 40-degree weather in January by secondtree, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/secondtree/4334442985/"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4334442985_0e35219386.jpg" alt="Alana's &quot;picnic breakfast&quot; in 40-degree weather in January" width="500" height="357" /></a></p>
<p>Afterwards, she noted that it was kind of cold, and maybe she&#8217;d wait until the summer before she would do THAT again.</p>
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