We had a wonderful holiday celebrating our freedom in this wonderful country. Our very nice friends, the Tews, invited us over for dinner and fireworks. Our legal fireworks consisted of the innocent fountains, Pop-its, and Sparklers. Thankfully, I was treated to some midnight entertainment by our not- so- law- abiding neighbors up the street who must have gone to Indiana for some not so innocent fireworks (the Wyoming of the East). It sure was beautiful seeing them in the sky just 150 feet from my bedroom window.
What kind of 4th of a July would it be without watermelon?
Douglas kept asking me why I wouldn't touch the snake and instead of saying I was scared I just said "I don't touch reptiles", that way it sounded like it's a matter of principle, not a fear. But, I think he knew the real reason as he followed me around asking me if I wanted to hold it. Isaac liked it when the snake licked his hand. I have to admit that it was a very cute black tongue. As for you health conscious family members, yes, they did wash their hands after handling Chloe the snake.
Well, that was our 4th of July. Fireworks, watermelon, friends, and a snake named Chloe. Oh, and my lovely neighbors up the street working on acquiring a criminal record. If you're going to have one you might as well go out with a bang! (Ha! That was funny, admit it!)