Well, we made it. The Fourth of July was successfully celebrated in all it’s sweaty, sweaty glory. As is our custom, it is late and I am exhausted. Here is the day in pictures:
The day began with watching a pet parade. I came late, as I hate the exploitation of animals. Actually, I just got out of the shower late and they left without me.
Next we went to go watch the firefighters push a barrel around with their hoses. There appeared to be a strategy, but I don’t know what it was.
It was great fun getting soaked by the spray. Gotta love that sweat management program.
Next it was time to watch some pole vaulting in the street, which is something we always do here in Nebraska. Sometimes I’m late driving to work what with waiting for all the pole vaulting to be over. It’s especially bad when superheroes get involved.
I told Anna I’d buy her something cheap, so she chose a tattoo. Spray paint and glitter? Sure. (Have I mentioned already that I think people who choose to get real tattoos should first have to spend some time with an old person who has tattoos? That ink don’t stay put, y’know.)
Rachel got a really cool sign for Gracen to hang up in his room. It was amazing watching this lady do her art. It seemed so effortless the way she did it, but I’m sure I would just wind up with globby letters.
All in all, a good – yet exhausting and hot – day.