4th of July

I have nothing to report about the 4th of July. I chose not to celebrate in any way shape or form this year. No parades, no picnics, no fireworks. I was tired from my trips and I had lots of chick lit to read and during part of the day my landlord and his family were over doing yard work and I had to hide out inside and imagine them thinking to themselves, "Why is this girl trying to kill our lawn?" (Because I HATE the lawn and think it should be xeriscaped!) Max's dad invited me over to their house when they were setting off fireworks, but I stayed home because I was very busy wearing purple yoga pants and eating lime and peanut coleslaw and didn't have time to watch Max inhaling carcinogens. I did go visit the Marmot House on the 4th, where we all ignored the holiday together. I plan to compensate for my holiday apathy by going all out on Arbor Day.