Happy Birthday, USA!

233 years ago, the founding document of the United States of America was signed. Out of that document was born a nation.

Fireworks are going off as I speak, and people are celebrating. Unfortunately for our little Fish Bowl, PapaFish is working tonight and so TheFry and I are home alone doing absolutely nothing. It feels pretty darn good.

We are deep-cleaning in preparation for our out-of-town vacation to visit friends and also PapaFish's side of the family out of state. It feels good to finally see the white lines on the glass stove top and to be able to vacuum up all that lint that TheFry keeps finding all over the floor.

Yesterday evening there were fireworks, too, and some tentants were lighting off super-loud bottle rockets in the driveway behind our building (near the garages). Thank goodness TheFry slept peacefully through it all. I've been concerned over the changing demographic of our apartment complex over the last year that we've been here, but that's something for a different post. Let's just say that there are about a dozen empty apartments available for rent and that our landlord begged us to stay. Perhaps it's the loud, annoying music, out-of-control children (the kind who are old enough to behave themselves - not babies like TheFry), or house parties going on until wee hours of the morning. Nevertheless, we've had a safe and happy year in our large, reasonably-priced apartment, and I'm sure we'll be missing it come August when the three of us are crammed in that little studio.

Love,

MamaFish.