So I have a confession. I am not really a 4th of July fan. The fire crackers scare the bageezus out of me. And when the kid was just an infant they shot fireworks off in our neighborhood for hours. Do you know how hard it is to get a baby to sleep with bombs going off? Impossible! So I just am not a fan, but I thought it would be a great way to salute some great things about our country, you know things we all love and appreciate that give us the freedom to live.
I salute pee pills. Not really I just like saying it. Indulge me, say it, Pee Pills.
I salute Instagram. It has the ability to change a picture that might otherwise look like death on a stick to beautiful with just a click of a filter.
I salute yeast. No not infection, who wants to salute crotch rot, I mean yeast that make carbs. I love them. Bread, pasta, pastries, Mt. Dews. A way to a girls ass is threw her carbohydrates.
I salute the colors red, white and blue especially when they fade to vintage. I look better in those ensembles that don't make me look so washed out.
I salute athletes. You make me realize that setting in a chair everyday could become an Olympic Sport someday. Like rolling chair races or something.
I salute the Real Housewives of New Jersey. They make me realize that my crazy is not their kind of crazy and that being poor really does suck.
I salute toilet paper. Really, can you imagine what they wiped their butts on in prairie times? Which leads to me saluting underwear. Back then they wore those knickers/bloomers to the knees. Could you imagine now trying to take those things off in a hot match dot com moment? Me neither.
Finally, I salute all of you. Without this little blog which by the way I am so appreciative of every follower, lets me be just as stupid and funny in words and pictures as in real life.
Love you all,