Fireworks, parades, red white and blue cupcakes lightly seasoned with dog hair made by yours truly, and my favorite: naps by the lake.
Corey, Oliver and I are spending the weekend with his family up north, and this time we are really camping. Ok, so we are still going to technically be in a house, but the shower is tin, we have to use a big 'ol rock as the door stop, and we will be in sleeping bags...on a futon.
I expect to do plenty of reading, eat until it becomes absolutely necessary to wear stretchy pants, throw a ball/rock/frisbee/Austin for Oliver, watch fireworks, fall asleep to the sound of waves on the shore, and then wake up minutes later by the neighbors who just realized they ran out of beer and tequila.
Ahhhh, this is called building memories, folks.