Crack! Boom! Fizzle

Our 4th of July came and went without much fanfair.

We were going to head up north a bit to see Chickie and her family, but Mother Nature decided to cancel those plans for us. Rainy bitch.

So this was our 1st big holiday where the realiziaton of no family or friends nearby really hit home. I could tell that it really bothered Palmer, who has always been the more social of the two of us. And by bother him - I ment he was Crabby McCrabberson. He seemed to take each and every raindrop as a personal insult. So much so that by the time that we left to the local lake to maybe catch some fireworks - he was so grouchy, that for a few seconds I considered attaching him to several dozen fireworks, and launching him into space.

I know that the move is hard on all of us, and we are just really missing our Nevada friends, but this 4th wasn't much of a celebration at all.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I feel your pain.
Since I got Mista J, I haven't been able to enjoy a 4th of July celebration... or any celebration where there are loud noises. If a fair comes to town, I stay home so he doesn't freak out. Fireworks, I stay home so he can hide behind me. New Years parade? I'm home so he doesn't chew through the walls in an attempt to make a hidey hole.

Stella said...

We're currently in the middle of day 4 of a Cold War around here and our 4th was a yawn-fest. Doesn't compare to being in new surroundings without family and friends, I know. I'm sorry your 4th sucked.

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