Hell on wheels for my girl.
Did I mention that the rest of the day in our quaint little town consists of a crowded ski show and a massive professional fireworks display over the lake? Oh, and that people here like to fashion their own homemade bombs and set them off at completely random intervals?
All of this, dear readers, is when our story of independence begins. Independence from expectations. Independence from the dreaded "norm."
As is quickly becoming our 4th of July tradition, we went for a morning swim before getting the heck out of Dodge. Lunch and ice cream at McDonald's were followed closely by a trip to one of our favorite state parks, where we played and took a leisurely hike.
After the park, we came back home for another swim, ditched the ski show for a family walk with our lovely bulldogs, and we're now preparing to feast on chili dogs in front of a DVD of The Big Bang Theory.
This, my friends, is what I call independence. A perfect summer day with the two people I love most: I wouldn't dream of ever asking for more.
From the bottom of my extremely relaxed heart, I hope your day has been even half as enjoyable as ours.
