My July 4th was about as all American as it gets. After sleeping in, Jen M, Jo and I had breakfast at my newest favorite place, the Empire Cafe. Afterwards, we headed for a gal's trip to the Astro's game. I haven't been to a baseball game all season (I attribute this to Sarah's season tickets, because now she's not always organizing group trips to the ballpark). The Astro's basically got destroyed by the Rangers (18-4!). But it was still fun. After the game, we did a quick stop for "supplies" at the grocery store and headed to Nassau Bay park (adding Gavin, Matt, Stephanie, one of Matt's college friends, the other Matt, and Tiffany to the crowd). We grilled hamburgers (or veggie burgers in my case), corn, and ate chips and watermelon and cookies, drank beer, all while watching the fireworks over the lake. Yeh fireworks!

So, to summarize: breakfast, baseball, grilling, corn, watermelon, and beer. Does it get any more American? Oh, and I drove my Jeep with the roof down all day. Yeh for Jeeps!

Speaking of Jeeps, did you know Jeep owners (particularly Wrangler owners) have a particular code of conduct? Every time you drive past another Wrangler with a driver "in the know" they wave (and I wave back) or even a slight toot of horn. At first, I thought this was because my driving had gotten worse with the new car. But according to other Jeep owners, this is the standard of politeness. Ah, the happiness of having my top down!

The rest of the weekend, I vegged out, finally finished making my French memo board, mowed the lawn, napped, took the dogs on walks, watched Timeline (terrible!), went to Old Navy and spent several hours wandering the bookstore. Occasionally I got nostalgic for the cottage (this is the first summer in over 10 years that I'm not going there).


Oh, one of the whacky things to make headlines today, anyone remember this: A dingo ate my baby!