Though I love the 4th of July, since the baby came, it's not a holiday we traditionally entertain on. Clay's birthday is close after, and it basically equates to having big parties two weekends in a row. I'm a little too lazy for that.
But when I heard that Stace was painting her kitchen and didn't have any particular plans, I invited her over. And our 4th turned into a very relaxing, low-key get together that was just what I needed. We had chips and homemade guacamole (hubs LOVES it, and I do, too), steak, grilled corn, salad, and then angel food cake topped with whipped cream, strawberries, and blueberries.
I love fireworks, so I'd gone out to our local tent and bought a few things: sparklers ('cause you GOTTA have sparklers), some of those cylinders that sit on the ground and "emit sparks and reports," and then, the grand finale, two cannon-like devices that shoot those big fireworks into the sky. We had 24 of those.
When I got the fireworks home, hubs was reading the package aloud - "ProHero Maximum Load? Sounds like a bad porno." It got even funnier when we opened the package. There were 25 fused balls. (The package called them "flaming balls!" HA!) You dropped them into the tubes, lit the fuse, and waited for the fireworks.
We have juvenile senses of humor, clearly, and you can see where this is going.
At any rate, the fireworks turned out to be really gorgeous, particularly the flaming balls. When we'd finished our fireworks, we went out to the boat slip and watched fireworks going off all over the reservoir. Beautiful. Then, to avoid the bugs (and the obnoxious people who pulled in right next to us), we went back to the house and had dessert.
Hope everyone had a happy 4th!