July 4, 2009.
I wish I could recount tales for you that included reading the Constitution or making teddy bears for soldiers. I wish I could share stories of how I reflected on what a great country I live in and then picked up litter on a local highway.
But I can't.
I can only give you this:
I chose to wrap myself in deep fried goodness rather than my freedom.
I did watch patriotic-ish fireworks:
Does this cancel out my failure to crochet American flag scarves for bald eagles?