My Mumbling Thoughts

Sometimes life just doesn't get any better than wiping watermelon juice off your chin with the back of your hand, which is what Mel and I did last night before we headed upstairs for bed.

Our 4th of July was spent inside where we didn't have to wrestle with the mosquitoes who have somehow grown to the size of tennis balls, fight with the traffic or cover our ears from screaming children who didn't like the boom(!) of the fireworks. One of the perks from living three miles down from the Nissan Pavillion is that you can see the fireworks high up in the sky above the trees. We all sat in Momma's room with her blinds pulled all the way up as the fireworks exploded in the distance and our faces were illuminated briefly with each different light spectacle.

Earlier in the day we watched football as we grilled steaks on our George, made potato salad and drank lemonade. It was calm and laid back just like every other holiday that we celebrate which allows us to take a paid day off of work. We used to go out on the 4th of July with family members down to the mall to get up close and personal for the show, but as time went on and we got older, we found that things were so much more comfortable from our own livingroom couch. We could get the exact same show while in our pj's, and as we all know, if I can do anything and remain in my jammies, then I'm a happy camper.

Momma went upstairs after she ate because she can only handle so much of our profanity when we watch football and took a four hour nap, while Mel and I hung downstairs, cleaned the kitchen, cut up the beautifully red, sweet, seedless watermelon that we had bought a couple of days prior and sang Hall and Oates songs.

Life seemed so simple.

However, after all of our relaxing excitement we decided to call it an early evening around 10pm since it was back to the rat race in the morning. I was ready for it though. I had taken my nice four day break off of work and I was feeling a lot more refreshed. I suppose the only real downside to the evening was all of our neighbor's little kids who wanted to set off fireworks until the late evening in the middle of our street. It was as if my brain was a big bowl of Rice Krispies and they were pouring the cold milk. It was nothing but SNAP! CRACKLE! and POP!

I hope that y'all had a nice 4th of July as well. At least all of the Americans who read My Mumbling Thoughts, anyway. For everyone else, I hope you had a nice Tuesday.