We started off the weekend searching for a place to fish and picnic. We found one but didn't have much luck catching fish. Apparently, they were off celebrating their liberties too.
We went to the Real Game in the evening and were upset with the score & happy with the fireworks. I got my chance to belt out my annual rendition of "I'm Proud to be an American" & beam inside with patriotic pride which made my holiday whole. Henry was in the parade on the 4th with his little gymnastics class, so we scouted out a good spot to sit, sip slurpees and watch the entertainment.
That evening was complete with Preston's "Experimental Burgers" (he stuffed them with cheese and seasonings), my "Wave your Flag Cake", friends and fireworks. 
I'm feeling liberated.
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I seriously think your love of America goes back to 6th grade when we wrote letters to the troops in the first Gulf War.
That was right about the same time we were protesting "Wallweed." You have been going strong ever since.
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