I have a love hate relationship with the fourth of July. I love watching professional fireworks, laying on blankets, eating chips and watching all the people milling around, anticipation building for the show to start. But my guy, and all our friends have this thing for going off into the dark woods and shooting off ungodly amounts of bottle rockets. It’s not on my top ten things todo, but I’m learning to
appreciate accept it. I’m going to get myself the brightest flashlight I can find, fight my fear of the dark and tramp along. And probably end up enjoying the sparkles and near death experience. ; )
Someday I’ll find some friends who prefer live music, vender hotdogs and watching the sky explode from a grassy hill.
Happy fourth friends!