Burt drove in on the 4th of July all prepared to party.
Once again it was time to drink beer and blow stuff up!
But first we had to eat and according to Forbes Magazine, a publication I normally pay no attention to whatsoever and always distrust, we consume over 150 million hot dogs on the 4th of July. Seriously?
Oops! Without thinking we ate veggie pasta served on English plates, using forks made in Norway and drank locally brewed beer out of French glasses. Good thing there were no reporters from Forbes around or they might have turned us into the non-existent patriot police. No red, white & blue either!
Naturally, Burt had his own ideas about what belongs on a holiday menu.
As night approached it was obvious there was no escaping the spectacle of sparks flying through the air accompanied by deafening explosions and the lingering smoke from gunpowder. What a holiday.
Although there's lots of fireworks to choose from it basically comes down to two kinds,
the little ones that make your eyes sparkle,
and the big ones that make them sting!
Our town puts on a nice display, even with the crowds and traffic jams it's always a good show.
However, by the next morning it's usually the same old situations.
There's bottle rockets to pick out of the hydrangea,
lots of messy clean up,
and a lazy bones to rally!
Thanks for stopping by.
Hope everyone had a safe and happy weekend!