a little late

I have been meaning to post about the 4th since it happened, but with all the MI shit going down at work, overtime has been eating my will to live. I only make full recovery on the weekend.

Independence Day was pretty much amazing. It rained for the first time in what I think must have been a long time. Stayed a little while at Grandpa's, took a nap, then headed up to Beth and Holtz's place. I am going to admit that I am always a little, "Eh." on fireworks. I think this is because my family buys lame fireworks that rarely go over 5ft in the air or make that horrendous screeching noise. But Bland...Bland knows how to pick fireworks. I must give him props for turning my view of the Great American 4th of July past-time. He put on a damn fine show. Only a few slight mishaps, but, hey, that is what the pond is for, right?

And for my favorite picture of the night

Subtitled Holtz: Harbinger of Destruction.

He didn't really foreshadow destruction, I just like any slight or somewhat stretched reason to use the work habringer. It's a good word.