(Not really, but the title was catchy.)

Here are some pictures of our Independence Day celebration.  It went off mostly without a hitch.  Of course, there was the approximately 30 minutes of rising panic that I felt when I could not find Gannon in the small crowd.  He’d gone with his dad to the bank and did not tell me.  I was glad to see him when they showed up.  And that is all I will say about that.

The other hitch was that I sat on a concrete wall that turned out to be the home of a nasty colony of ants.  They got a bit bristly when my hinder parts disturbed their entryway.  I can’t blame them, really.  I do wish though that they had not defended their territory with so much biting vigor.

I didn’t get pictures of that, though.  Sorry.

We were treated to a fly-by of two planes.  I can’t tell you what kind they were.  Loud and fast ones.

Brian sprouted antennae at some point during the day.

Note Acadia’s socks.  She sees no need to match them.  Neither do I.

Random interesting guy, above.

We ran into a few similarly-dressed friends along the way.  We made them feed us dinner.

That thing on her cheek was a mermaid.