Independence day was yesterday. I didn’t do anything that patriotic. I don’t own a blue or red shirt, my kids didn’t wear matching red and blue outfits, and we didn’t only food consisting of red and blue food dye. However I did drink sweet tea from Chickfila and I consider that to be extremely patriotic. It is the unofficial drink of the south.
Tuesday night I did decide to give myself a little patriotic manicure so I wouldn’t be asked to leave the country due to my lack of red and blue clothing.
I think it turned out cute and the girl that gave me my sweet tea at chickfila loved them. Therefore they are letting me stay in the nation because the unofficial drink of the south can make decisions like that.
Yesterday our friends invited us over for a 4th of July fish fry. We totally fail at patriotism. We can’t even get the usual barbecue right because we went with fish.
We had a great time though and the best part was the baby potbelly pig that they had just gotten. Well it was the second best part because they have a human baby that we all adore and he’s cooler than the pig will ever be.
We didn’t watch fireworks or watch a parade, we just cuddled with a pig and made grunting noises. Personally, if you ask me, I think we were going back to our roots. Is it more likely that the first settlers to America cuddled with a pig or had a barbecue complete with fireworks? Maybe I’m more patriotic than I realized.
