I have some disappointed little people in my house tonight. This weekend is supposed to be the weekend of an annual festival in a town not too far from where we live. We never made it last year but my Mom and I were going to take them this year and then go out to the orchard afterward and do some apple picking. And, OF COURSE, the forecast for tomorrow is rain, rain, and more rain. S has not giving up hope yet and he fully expects to wake tomorrow and be able to tell all of us "I told you so!" because he is convinced the weather predictions are wrong and tomorrow will be awesome.
I hope he's right :p