Here’s to planning to have people over for grilled food and fireworks when there’s ONLY a 90% chance of rain. Who would’ve ever guessed it would be less than 70 degrees by noon on the 4th of July? Not me, that’s for sure.
I moseyed outside and sat at the table under the tree on the patio for about 15 minutes just wondering if I have the power to reschedule Independence Day — at least in my little slice of the world. There are those who look forward to coming here — like the little one I hear in the background every single time I call my son. It’s always that same screech, “I WANNA TALK TO NANA!” about a half pitch lower than the frequency that shatters glass.
Happy 4th of July, you guys. The show must go on… How dangerous EXACTLY are sparklers inside anyway?