Happy Birthday, America. May you have many, many more.
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We were up early as we are having company this afternoon and want to be ready!
The garden is ready for a series of shopping sprees.
Everyone began showing up at noon and the fun began!
Daughter Robin and cohort in crime, Mary!
When this group gets together, you never know what might happen. This was a quick course in “photobombing”!
How do I explain this? Ah… They were Bob’ed!
The Dudas were our heroes today. Bob attempted to cook but set off the fire alarm, Robin managed to burn water, and Nick tried to fix the sink but ended up flooding the kitchen!
They come in threes!
Meanwhile, outside, Bob tirelessly tends to the open fire while Nick and I are proudly appointed the official supervisors of the kibitzing operation!
The three cab-e-arrows!
Turn up the heat, Scotty; we need Waarp five flames!
The BBQ was hot enough to heat the pool five degrees!
Greg let the group, all holding hands, in saying grace. We are fortunate to have such amazing friends and family!
Greg did not even slip up!
Oh my, Mary rang the dinner bell, and everyone came alive all at once. It was just this side of a food fight.
“Make way, Jim has got to eat!!”
We played patriotic music all afternoon, but when it got to be danceable, Mary and I were off and running! I mean, who can resist an excellent old patriotic dance-off? USA, USA!
A penny for my thoughts is NOT enough!
Robin shows off her creation which does not last very long; like magic, it disappears.
Yummy with a capital YUM!
At 4:30 p.m., people began to depart to prepare for tonight’s fireworks displays in their area of town.
While the rocket engines warm up in Vicky’s jet-mobile, they say goodbye.
Tradition: We go to Joe’s for fireworks after dinner!
The countdown is underway!
We had a 90-minute display of explosive artistry orchestrated by the one and only Maestro of Fireworks, J E Liles! It was like the Fourth of July and New Year’s Eve. We got together and said, “Let’s party!”
Burn Baby Burn!
We were heading home at 10:00 p.m., and Mary got to watch all the fireworks explode all over the city while I kept my beady little eye on the road, watching for partygoers who definitely should NOT be driving. I felt like a hawk, ready to pounce on any car that swerved like a drunken sailor!
