The river had a boat parade [also known as a “floatilla” which I actually thought was called a “floatzilla” so that made me sound smart] and Maggie thought she was one of the judges.
We participated in the parade by sitting on the sidelines and drinking beer. We’re outdoorsy like that.
We capped off the weekend with my family and a good ole fashion cookout and hillbilly firework session. That’s translation for we sat in the driveaway and watched six .99 cents fireworks go off. It’s a glamorous life.
Hope you all had an equally exciting 4th and managed to not burn any houses down or catch your hair on fire. I’ve heard not so good news about what happens when you do that….