Hey kids!
I keep trying to convince my friend that she should do a pre-trip report with me, but she's not buying in to it. She LOVES Disney but that's just not her style. When we went together in 2007, neither of us knew how it would turn out - me, her, a hotel room, and 3 days alone together. It worked and it worked REALLY well. I was the perky (heh!!) Disney cheerleader and she was more sedate, more of an Eeyore type personality, but when we got home, she started planning our next trip. But really, everything is planned. We made our ADR's, bought our plane tickets, and then booked the trip (strangely, in that order). Oh well. I guess I'll have to find a new hobby.
Her birthday is the day after we fly back. I'm debating ordering a cake to celebrate it, early. Of course, she might just prefer GIANT RICE KRISPIE TREAT instead.
The husband grilled dinner tonight. He realized that we didn't feel very festive, so he went to the store to get hamburger buns and hot dogs. He came home with corn on the cob, pasta salad, fat free hot dogs (??), and angel food cake. No hamburger buns. We made turkey burgers and oh can I just say they were TERRIBLE. It seems that you can freeze ground beef for half a life time, but ground turkey has no such give in it. Oh well... at least we had plenty of other food!
Then we went to see
Capitol Steps. They come to Ann Arbor every year for the 4th of July. Ann Arbor is an unusual town, but the crowd is very responsive to their humor. Anyway, when one of the members,
Morgan, stepped on stage, I looked at Jeremy and said "Aha! Now I know who Obama reminds me of!" They're not dead ringers but so very close. And I think it's funny that a politician reminds me of a comedian... but then again, maybe it's apt.
We got home just in time to listen to all our neighbors shoot off fireworks while watching the Boston ones on TV. Ha!! Our neighborhood is very very diverse and it's great... and one of households that has an extended family who all immigrated here always have the most fireworks, the biggest bbqs, and so on every year. It's kind of fun to see - as a native, sometimes you get blase about it, so it's always kind of inspiring to see what the US means to those who intentionally moved here.
Holy cow, I am writing SUCH a novel.
Happy Fourth, for what's left!