Non Prissy Picnic

Hello pristine prissy people, now please go away. I am eating a fine fantastic picnic lunch today. Natural things out here crawl around and abide. My little boy self is happy, he I shall not hide. There’s an ant brigade on my left ankle and knee. Dirt and dander that would make a hoarder quickly flee. Something black is floating around in my glass of milk. Go sit inside primly with your blue satin and silk. White bird droppings are next to my purple porcelain plate. You do not mind dirt? Then okay, it is a lunch date. If you get finicky about things dirty or unclean You might not like having lunch outside in this land of green.