I like the 4th of July because I don’t have to get you a gift. Or, see you at a mandatory family function and pretend I like you. And, the best parts happen at night. I look better at night. Plus, I can wear sweats and blame it on the mosquitoes. The fireworks are kind of a yawn. A loud one. But the vodka, laughter and grilled chicken? Divine.
And, as an added bonus, it’s the one time of year we can salute our country and pretend like everything is all giggles, balloons, and pony rides around this nation. However, falling asleep at 11:45 at night, on one of the best holidays of the year, because someone yelled "cock-a-doodle-do" at 8 AM? Not patriotic. Apparently. :)
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