Three-Day Weekend

Steve usually only gets Sundays off, but his boss decided to close the shop for the entire weekend. Woo-hoo! I envision spending part of the weekend packing, and part actually doing something fun together. His plans no doubt involve very little packing but he actually might be persuaded to do something fun. Thing is, his idea of "doing something fun together" would probably be sitting on the couch beside me watching the NASCAR race on TV, but he knows darn well I think NASCAR has got to be the dumbest "sport" there is and that I really don't enjoy wasting the weekend in front of the boob tube, either.

The State of Georgia, for the first time in a long time, is allowing the sale of what they're calling "sparklers." What I'm seeing for sale looks like most any fireworks I've seen before, just maybe not the kind that fly through the air, so I guess their definition of "sparkler" is pretty loose. Sara the Greyhound is a scaredy-girl when it comes to loud, booming things so we'll have to turn the radio or TV up loud while all that is going on so she can't hear it. We're not sure about Brando the Afghan - we didn't have him this time last year.

Hope everyone enjoys Independence Day and doesn't do anything dumb with fireworks...like we used to do when we were kids!