Now that Hope's birthday has come and gone may we please skip right to September?
The temperature in my back yard reads 105. I feel like I'm in freakin' Arizona; I keep looking over the fence to see if there's someone I should shoot first and ask for papers later.
One Hundred and Five Degrees! That's just ridiculous.
Hope's party was a success. An excess of course, but Hope was happy and her tiny guests had a great time in the pool.
I'll share a few photos later this week. I took 319 and I haven't edited yet.
July 4th sucked. It's always been one of my least favorite holidays. I don't get the need to be drunk and shoot off illegal fireworks in order to celebrate freedom.
My newest neighbors - over the fence behind me - all look like this ...
... and spent the entire 4th eating and drinking out of the back of a red pick-up. The moment the sun set they spent hours shooting off loud and obnoxious fireworks. No color or beauty, just noise and gun powder. Drunk, loud, and dangerous. God Bless America.
At the end of the day on the 4th I turned to Craig Ferguson and the Boston Pops. That sucked too.
As if I hadn't had enough white trash for the day this asshat was featured guest ...
He loves the troops so much he just can't stop making money off them. In between his two musical segments they showed enough footage of Toby "in country" to make you assume he was the new leader of the axis of goodness.
I watched as if I were an alien to this great land. Not the kind they send back as soon as they're done mowing the lawn but the kind from another planet.
Apparently Lady Liberty is only TV worthy if she has big bazonkers ...
All soldiers are damn happy to put themselves in harm's way for no good reason. They kept cutting to one kid who looked positively possessed by the patriotic fever as he staggered about punching the flag on his uniform shoulder and shouting "Oh Yeah".
Children are all blonde and angelic and nestle perfectly into the arms of adoring parents as they all stare wistfully at 2.5 million dollars worth of crap shoot into the air.
I always think of all the bits of paper and powder dropping into the river. And the sparks. If they had a fireworks show anywhere on the Gulf Coast I imagine this might happen ...
Even Craig couldn't lighten the show for me. Although I did imagine he was wearing these ...
... under his suit.
That's dedicated to you RON
Is it September yet?