So, that's what I did for the 4th of July -- ate and ate and ate and ate. It was all delicious and patriotically festive though.
Also, I helped out with the Granite Community Carnival. Every year, the community throws a breakfast, parade, and carnival, and dudes, it's the best thing ever. EVER (well, after Halloween - but it is the best thing ever for the 4th of July) EVER!!! Especially the parade. It's all full of kids on bikes, dressed up goats, old cars, old tractors, veterans, chickens, dressed up dogs, scooters, fire engines, DeLoreans, did I mention dressed up goats?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaand I went rock climbing for the first time ever, and really know what it means to be sore for the first time ever.
Also, barbeques, Return of the Jedi, fireworks, sleeping outside, hiking (which also involved me having to carry a plastic bag of dog (or, based on the smell, what I actually suspect was bipedal humanoid) poo all the way home because someone thought the middle of the trail was an adequate depository for their/their dog's excrement.
But it wasn't all crap. Most of it was not, but was, in fact, full of all the patriotic magic that Independence Day can muster.
I certainly didn't have as cool of a 4th of July as Ted though, but I'll settle for my home-grown, all-American goodness that was.
Also, I helped out with the Granite Community Carnival. Every year, the community throws a breakfast, parade, and carnival, and dudes, it's the best thing ever. EVER (well, after Halloween - but it is the best thing ever for the 4th of July) EVER!!! Especially the parade. It's all full of kids on bikes, dressed up goats, old cars, old tractors, veterans, chickens, dressed up dogs, scooters, fire engines, DeLoreans, did I mention dressed up goats?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaand I went rock climbing for the first time ever, and really know what it means to be sore for the first time ever.
Also, barbeques, Return of the Jedi, fireworks, sleeping outside, hiking (which also involved me having to carry a plastic bag of dog (or, based on the smell, what I actually suspect was bipedal humanoid) poo all the way home because someone thought the middle of the trail was an adequate depository for their/their dog's excrement.
But it wasn't all crap. Most of it was not, but was, in fact, full of all the patriotic magic that Independence Day can muster.
I certainly didn't have as cool of a 4th of July as Ted though, but I'll settle for my home-grown, all-American goodness that was.
