Happy Birthday, America
Happy July Fourth! We're celebrating by setting off enough fireworks to light all of Texas on fire--it's legal, here in Alabama.
Actually, I just put the girls to bed so you can know that the story ends happily. Fireworks scare the crud out of me, so I know I always enjoy knowing up front that no one got maimed or put an eye out or blew off four fingers. Call me a wuss.
I know I'm behind in posting about our vacation but I had a serious moment of doubt that anyone would honestly CARE about how many tomatoes I ate or where we slept or any of the gazillion other details that I would love to document here for fear that I will lose them otherwise.
Remind me to tell y'all about red cups. And Sam. And about my foot, which is so frustrating that I am almost in tears. And all about how I think small town America is where we all should be raising our children--well, you know, if we could find decent jobs and schools and produce.
Some pictures. I'll post more when I can but right now Blogger doesn't like me and I'm TIRED and it's taken about three hours to get THIS far with the post. Forgive me:
Actually, I just put the girls to bed so you can know that the story ends happily. Fireworks scare the crud out of me, so I know I always enjoy knowing up front that no one got maimed or put an eye out or blew off four fingers. Call me a wuss.
I know I'm behind in posting about our vacation but I had a serious moment of doubt that anyone would honestly CARE about how many tomatoes I ate or where we slept or any of the gazillion other details that I would love to document here for fear that I will lose them otherwise.
Remind me to tell y'all about red cups. And Sam. And about my foot, which is so frustrating that I am almost in tears. And all about how I think small town America is where we all should be raising our children--well, you know, if we could find decent jobs and schools and produce.
Some pictures. I'll post more when I can but right now Blogger doesn't like me and I'm TIRED and it's taken about three hours to get THIS far with the post. Forgive me:
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Most of the fireworks shows around here were cancelled due to the sogginess of the ground everywhere.
In the second picture, I thought the dog was holding the other side of the grocery bag.
Methinks I should have coffee before reading blogs. :P
We had crazy people doing fireworks here, too. Jet was scared of them, so I finally just took him to bed with us. :(
Glad you and yours are safe!