At this very very moment, there is the grandest thunderstorm outside. I opened the back door and front door and let it's breeze stream through my house. I feel like it is maybe God's gift to me for doing the laundry. Sometimes we all have stupid ideas and mine was to do all the laundry during the 4th of July weekend. Idiot. I didn't have enough time to sleep, much less tend to textile management. So I just started over a load that has been in the washing machine for 2 days. I have towels and swim suits and table clothes all judging me as they sit in piles on the floor. "That stupid woman, just get your act together and wash us."
4th of July was fantastic. Let's see if I can give you the short version. BTW, it was all very American. That was the goal- have a very American 4th of July.
Sonic Route 44's
Big, glorious vegetable garden
Uncooked tortillas (what a revelation!)
Fine, asada, guac and horchata aren't super American. But they are delicious. So they got to come to the party too.
Official Statement: FOURTH OF JULY IS 100 TIMES BETTER IN UTAH THAN IT IS IN CALIFORNIA. I don't know what it is, but after living there for plenty of years and plenty of years here, I can officially give a you correct analysis that America is celebrated right in Utah.
Name-dropping: Credit goes to the Verbecky's for knowing how to celebrate the 4th right. We spent the entire day with them and we had the greatest time.