Obligatory July 4th Post. =)
I'M SO FRIGGIN' EXCITED ABOUT FIREWORKS TONIGHT! I THINK I'M GONNA TALK ALL IN CAPS TODAY CAUSE I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!! =) WELL, AT LEAST WHEN I'M TALKIN' BOUT FIREWORKS.
Last night Grace informed me that Skyla informed her that not only was SHE going to grace us with HER presence BUT we would have the pleasure of Chris' WONDERFUL COMPANY as well, WTF MATE? YOU DON'T DO THINGS LIKE THAT! It’s rude to just invite your boyfriend that NOBODY likes to spend the ENTIRE day with ‘em. I promised my g-ma that I’d be nice, but I’ve only got so much “pretend-I-like-the-jerk” patience and it’s not gonna last all day. And to top things off, Skyla said that she didn’t have any money to buy fireworks…cause she spent it all going to the movies with “precious”. [btw, “precious” is what Grace and I refer to him as. B/c he’s just so “precious” that she’d rather spend all her money and time with him. They’re kinda like Gollum and the Ring of power. Yeah, I went there. I made a LotR reference.]
But anywho, so I told Grace that Skyla and “precious” weren’t gonna be allowed to light fireworks. Because why should THEY get to light OUR hard earned money on fire when THEY would rather IGNORE us and only come around when they want something? And I know that’s kinda rude of me, but it’s MY money and if she’s not gonna contribute to the joint FIREWORKS fund like she does EVERY FRIGGIN’ YEAR SINCE WE WERE F-ING IN KINDERGARTEN(!!!) then whatev, she can sit and watch them. But light them? Aw hell no.
I’M SOOOOOOOOOOOOO EXCITED ABOUT FIREWORKS TONIGHT! THERE AREN’T WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW EXCITED I AM. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE HOLIDAYS.THERE’S JUST NO BETTER FEELING THAN GETTING TOGETHER TO CELEBRATE BEING PART OF THE GREATEST NATION ON EARTH…AND THEN GETTING TO BLOW STUFF UP WITHOUT GETTING IN TROUBLE! IT’S A PYRO’S FANTASY HOLIDAY!
And yes, my font DOES have to be red, white and blue. Because that’s just how AWESOME I am! Get ready for picspam later, because I’m ALWAYS really, really CAMERAHAPPY! On the 4th of July.
Gotta go make hotdogs!
Cheers,
Bri