as I sit here in the cloudy, grey and typical fine MO afternoon (typical for the 4th at least). Pondering the grilled (too much heat under it) chicken that Pop made and the runny baked beans I made (never said I was perfect...or did I?) along with the cool breezes blowing. I sit here listening to the rain sprinkling down, the frogs croaking and the birds singing. Little ones making a racket and biting flies attacking me. Damn those flies.
Wishing all a Happy 4th. Hope your fireworks are better than ours (though if one of the redneck neighbors manages to catch himself on fire this year, the show should be entertaining at least) and your beers are cold.
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Didn't have any beer (perish the thought!), but still had fun. Happy 4th Momma....
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