Red, White and Blown off

[non-working photo removed because I'm tired of getting e-mails complaining about my suckitude for leaving it up so long. It was one of Laine's pictures of fireworks]

So it's the Fourth of July. Independence, patriotism, flag waving, yadda yadda. We are off work today and so we took the opportunity to do our duty as citizens of America: We slept in until 9:45 and then spent the next hour listening to a Gershwin CD, really loud, with the windows open. Allow me to be the one to say that Independence day in the middle of the week blows. We went to Sublette Park on The Hill Saturday night to watch fireworks, a kick-ass display, so long as no geriatric war veterans were in the neighboring houses.

We picnicked with a baguette and brie at Sonic in Festus yesterday and fake-camped and roasted weenies and marshmallows down in Ste. Gen. County last night. And what with the Gershwin this morning, I feel as though we've fulfilled 7/4 expectations to the fullest. So we're not going to Granite City tonight for Patriots in the Park, even though the Patriot Idol competition is sure to be fierce in GC, and the Christian rock singer is bound to be touching in a way that makes me throw up a little in my mouth (Sorry Laine. She hates it when I say that).

After an evening meal of non-grilled items, I'm walking over to watch Xena at Krome's house and you can't make me feel bad about it. I'm saving all my misguided nationalism for Bastille Day. Party's at our house.

À bientôt!