Um. I mean....Happy Fourth!
(Insert photo of fireworks display. On second thought, skip it. That's what everyone's gonna do. You know what fireworks look like, right?)
So, I'm cleaning up...gotta cover the grill before it gets dark and I can no longer tell the front from the back...(don't know what difference this makes, but there you have it) food's been consumed and I'm a hot, sticky mess with (probably) thousands of bug bites and (probably) a minimum of a dozen ticks crawling all over me.
Yeah, the great outdoors can bite me. (Pun intended) There's a reason we live in houses, people.
Mystery of the day: Someone brought me this. They spied it under the coffee table:
My response? "That doesn't belong under the coffee table. Uh. That can't be good."
Connor: "It's obviously used to hold something up."
Me: "Ya think? I mean...has anything fallen down since we've moved? Is something about to fall down because it's missing this vital piece of supportive technology? How would we know? Where do we begin the search? I've never even seen that piece before...and we've moved four times already. Do you want your buns toasted, or not?"
Connor: "Well, we could....what? Wait...what? What the hell?"
Me: "Watch your language, mister. No toasty buns for you."
Connor: "Yeah, like your language is squeaky clean..."
Me: "HEY. Do as I say, not as I do. No, wait....that won't work here. Don't curse....'specially when there's other people around. You're making me look bad. Now, go prop something up with that thing. It's freaking me out. I've got people's buns to toast."
Happy Independence Day-