On Friday, I celebrated Independence Day with my immediate family by eating pork ribs at their house and then going home, and then going to the fireworks at College Park later in the evening. I’ll spare you the police and fire-zone related issues, and suffice it to say, a good time was had. My aunt, uncle, and cousin found us and we all watched the fire works together.
My sister took a short video of them:
Yesterday (saturday) was my 28th birthday, and there was yarn and sheep cake involved:
(I ate its jugular vein; that is, where the pink ribbon is. I named it Stan.) Earlier in the day, I went peddle boating with my dad at the Lafayette Reservoir and then we had breakfast at Country Waffles.
Now I’m going to order my loom and call it a day. Looks like we’re in for another heat wave, yay. At least the air quality has been better lately from all those fires that have been raging across California. Oh, and I learned how to put washer fluid in my car, that was pretty exciting.
Happy (belated) birthday! I am a full 10 years your senior (plus ten months) you whipper-snapper. Way to go for the jugular . . . can’t use that one everyday.
Happy Belated birthday! I didn’t know there were fireworks at the high school. I’ll have to keep an eye out next year for those opportunities.