I was going to create a slide show of pictures to the music, ‘God Bless The USA’ and dedicate it to ALEX, but I’m running late, and I am not that mean. Well, USUALLY, I’m not that mean. I may subject you to Air Supply, but Patriotic Country Music is in another category entirely.
We had our 5th annual Choate 4th of July BBQ last night. Logan City does it’s fireworks the day before the 4th because Fireworks West is committed out the yinyang for every other huge show that day and they give the city a rockin’ deal on a fireworks show.
We used to gather at Max and Brigittes, but then we discovered that BRIAN JOY’S damn maple tree perfectly blocks out the fireworks. Brian Joy lives one street over and directly behind Max and Brigitte (Not that you care).
It’s always a blast, although this year was a lot calmer. Probably because a lot of the Salt Lake City crowd didn’t come up this year and there was a startling lack of Jack Daniels.
We still had fun.
My neighbors are moving. This is relevant because the kids at the party came running up with these birds. I flipped because I have always instructed my kids to NEVER touch a nest or the mamma bird will abandon the eggs/chicks. They said that the neighbor girl left these little birdies OUTSIDE on the GROUND with MILLIONS OF CATS AROUND because she was moving. GRRRR.
Apparently the neighbor said that the mom abandoned them. I have a really hard time believing that. I think she’s 10 and wanted fluffy pets. Max and Bridgy were kind enough to take them home (They’ve had a lot of birds) until they can fly away.
I just got a pounding knock on the door from the pissed of neighbor demanding what had we done with the birds? I filled her in. She said her grandpa was a vet and he told her to leave them outside. I said, he may rethink that as there are at least 10 known ferrell cats in the neighborhood.
Enough ranting on that topic.
I’ve noticed that whenever Zac is within 200 ft of my camera, I find the most interesting pictures on it…One day I will probably do an entire post devoted to this very topic.
Any hoo, nothing really much to say. Nothing Witty or Pithy or Cool.
Just have a happy 4th, and don’t die from fireworks or alcohol poisoning or from eating undercooked Brauts.