Oh Happy Day America

It is officially the first Fourth of July I can remember where I am not at Huron Valley. Thank you Liz Hill. Hahaha gotta love the new rules out there, or not. It's not required. Anyways, besides being bored out of my mind and entirely lame for sitting around in red, white, and blue without a destination to celebrate during the day...there are a few upsides to being refused entry to my old summer home.

1. I will not be getting kicked in the face while my eardrums and lungs are on the verge of bursting so I can just get that one last penny in the coin dive.
2. I will not be disappointed if they hand out Tootsie Roll Pops as opposed to Blow Pops for the marked coins.
3. I will not feel nauseous but still want a pie after watching the pie eating contest.
4. My fingernails will not be painted ridiculously by all the little ones.
5. I will not have to take a shower to remove the raw egg that splats everywhere during the egg toss.
6. No need to worry about getting injured during the potato sack race...or the grapefruit race...potato and spoon race...etc.
7. I don't have to cross my fingers all day hoping someone won't drown.
8. Definitely won't get sunburned, and therefore reduce my risk of skin cancer...HA!
9. I won't be depressed when my (nonexistent) ping pong ball doesn't win the race down the creek...yet again.
10. Mosquitoes! Much less of those little buggers to worry about...safe and sound in my own bed.

Alright so it sucks. But really only a little bit. I was offered the chance to help the Faj wash his car, or clean the basement with Maj. Instead I finished a book, got halfway through another, and have become an avid solitaire player. Worldofsolitaire.com. It's kind of disgusting...my average keeps fluctuating in the 8% range. One of these days I'll make some serious upward progress, I can just feel it...