It's my first Independence Day in America and we're going to a cook-out at our friends' tonight to celebrate. We're having ribs. Yum. Remember that scene in the opening song of the Flintstones where Fred gets (dinosaur) ribs at the drive-thru and their car topples over? Well, they won't be that big but they'll be close. Thank you America: for knowing meat. I'm taking Strawberry Shortcake as it feels like such a summery, picnic-type dessert.
Unfortunately the weather has been so dry that people are being strongly advised not to use fireworks - the words fire ban have been thrown around. The grass has turned to hay so I'm not surprised. I hear the fireworks people are suing - I'm not exactly sure who - and only the State can make the fire ban a law, which they haven't yet.
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