My 4th of July Celebrations

Yeah, walking half a mile (parking was THAT bad) to squint through some trees at a fireworks display that ended within three minutes (we couldn't go onto the golf course because they had sprinklers on) wasn't all that great. Particularly when your relations are bickering. *sigh* I was very collected and serene, though. And when we got home we'd all worked through our angst or PMS or whatever the hell that was and lighted off some sparklers and danced around in the yard, so that was nice.

So ends the celebration commemorating the triumph of guerrila warfare over guys in red jackets. *punches the air*
(And yet I'm still such an Anglophile that I own a Welsh flag and say 'bloody' when I'm in a mood ...)