to which I would reply -'I did celebrate the forth of July you sack of spuds!'
to which you would retort -'Then why didn't you write about it?!'
to which I would concede -'I forgot, I apologize.'
to which you would encourage -'It isn't too late to write it now.'
to which I would confess -'But I'm too busy.'
to which you would exclaim -'I'll make you a sandwich.'
We left the park after a while and went to Trevor's apartment for a siesta, made America a cake and watched the only Nicholas Cage movie I have ever thoroughly enjoyed. I even got some homework done because collage is not a respecter of days. Finally in the evening after deciding we hated traffic too much to see the epic firework show down in Idaho Falls (second biggest in the west) we instead joined one of Trevor's roommates in Rigby to help him light off over $500 worth of fireworks, eat junk food and take lots of pictures of people we didn't know.
By the end of the day we were oozing with "patriotism".
Hope you had a good A'murca day too and I'll be coming by later for my sandwich.