Last night Boo decided we were to celebrate the Fourth Of July like the Americans that he wished we were.
Being Japanese coming a close second.
He spent the morning alternating between Homestar Runner fhqwhgads and Yankee Doodle Dandy, while he marched up and down the family room baring arms in the form of a massive fucking Nerf gun.
I celebrated the day watching Real Housewives of All the Places.
The American Dream.
And oreos for afternoon snack.
There were hot dogs.
And various American themed condiments.
Potato salad and fries.
And the all important hot Apple Pies.
Don’t forget the munchies.
Or the iconic Red Solo Cup.
And OMG the SPARKLERS!
Google representation of what the sparklers would look like if Boo didn’t pike out.
ommm nommm nommm
Happy 4th of July people.
SO what to serve on Bastille Day?
P.S. Yeah, I am not around much cause typing hurts like a motherfucker. And when I have to choose between blogging and living in squalor, cleaning is going to win out every damn time.
It is a sickness. I need a telethon. And a Twibbon.Magnetoboldtoo is sponsored by: