We spent Independence Day fighting off aliens.
OK, maybe not. We spent it spreading approximately 97 tons of mulch around our backyard. We shall have independence from weeds!
This brave fight also means that we are exhausted from working in the heat. Our plans to go watch fireworks? Totally abandoned in favor of watching the Boston Pops on the teevee. We might even go to bed before it’s over.
As if you needed further proof that we’re old and decrepit, My Guy just turned to me and said, “If I hear any illegal fireworks after 10 p.m., I’m totally calling the cops.”
Did I mention I found an inch-long hair growing out of my jawline the other day? We are so ancient and gross and have obviously given up on life.
And how was your holiday?