I was beset with a strange urge to go shopping this Fourth of July morning, but since spending money is kind of the American way, it didn’t seem all that inappropriate. Out of character, to be sure (I honestly can’t remember the last time I wanted to go shopping) but not a bad way to spend the day – given that the outlet mall is outdoors and the weather was stupendous. And as it turned out, my patriotism extended beyond just helping the economy – when I got home, I realized the shirts I bought actually made a pastel version of the all-American red, white, and blue.
Sadly, I can’t think of a circumstance where I will wear all of these at once, so this will be the only chance they have to look like a very delicate American flag.
(Shannon is very excited that I am writing here. She just said, “You’re blogging at my house! That’s so cool!” I now feel rather sorry that this post is so lame.)
We’re heading out shortly to go watch the fireworks at the Summerfest here in Averill Park. It’s my understanding there may be funnel cake, and if so, I feel it will be my duty to eat some, because eating unhealthy food seems just about as patriotic as going shopping, amiright?
Yay, America! Happy birthday!