It's that time of the year again when we, as 'murkins, show our love for our country by blowing up parts of it, along with several fingers. Also hot dogs, burgers, and more questionable eats. Three day weekends galore, I'm sure. Myself included. Probably going to barbeque in that little slot behind my dwelling some people would call a backyard, some would call it cracks in the sidewalk that weeds are growing out of, and what my dog likes to bury his disappearing dog walkers in. Walking Dead Marathon starting on Friday, so I might catch bits and pieces of that but I usually find other things to do, like pretending the floor is lava. No joke, that game is still fun, especially with a five year old. Wife doesn't agree, especially when I end up falling in and tell her to "Tell my wife I love her."
Spectacular, I know.