Charlotte’s First 4th
The highlight of the 2008 installment of Independence Day Weekend was when Bailey and I were attacked — well, verbally assaulted — by a yapping dog that had jumped out of a moving convertible. We didn’t reach that level of intensity this year, but there were still a few memorable moments.
For example, Charlotte’s first Klondike bar.
Since it’s been pouring for 853 straight days, the fact that it wasn’t raining was a Christmas (in July) Miracle.
I considered prancing around in a bumble bee costume to celebrate.
I should have been wearing this outfit all weekend. Armed with a slotted spoon, I’m battling a nasty sunburn on my back. Every so often, I get a crazy case of the itches — it feels like bugs are eating my skin from the inside. I’m not above chemical warfare, so I’ve popped a couple Benadryl. There’s a chance I’m hallucinating this entire blog post.
All the beach fun, fireworks, cookouts and desserts will wear a baby down.
And we’ll end with some carefree swinging. (I’ll come clean. This swinging did not occur during Independence Day Weekend. This photo was taken in late June.)