Just like that, we have another 4th of July weekend in the books. The 4th is top 3 on my holiday list, I loooove everything about it. The fireworks, the 5 different corn dogs I consumed in 2 days, lemon shakeups, family cookouts….It’s just a magical time. Since I managed to forget to use my camera this entire weekend, everything is documented with my phone *professional blogger*. Let’s get started, this is a long one.
Shorts: HERE | Shoes: HERE | Flannel: Similar, HERE | Tee: Similar, HERE Do we notice a pattern with my facial expressions???? Good to know, close your fareeeeaking mouth Maryssa. Anyway, Shane and I started out our long weekend by heading down to St Louis with my mother and sister in law for my very first Cardinals baseball game! I grew up in a diehard Cubs fanily (fan..family..you feel me?), so my parents basically hate me now because I’m a traitor…..But I married a Cardinals fan & you do some crazy things for love. It was a blast, Shane’s sister Kayce hobbled her way through town like a champ on her crutches from ACL surgery & I got a little drunk on Johnny Appleseed tallboys. Living. The. Dream. Shane and I’s hotel room had 2 separate beds so we really lived it up like Lucy & Ricky Ricardo and I’m not going to lie and say I hated it. SO MUCH SPACE.
Once we made it back to Shane’s parents house the next day, we pretty much did what we do best and laid around most of the day….Shane somehow managed to nap for an hour on this tiny little porch swing and I watched Alaskan Bush People, a Friday well spent. We made up some s’mores that night, and I ate 6. WHO EATS SIX S’MORES???? My sisters wedding is in less than 2 weeks and I am stuffing my face with 1400 calories of sugar. Yeesh.
The morning of the 4th we headed 3 hours home to my parents house for a cookout! Can we talk about my niece for a second…..My sister and brother in law set the cute standard preeeeetty high for all other children in my family. After the cookout, Shane and I somehow managed to take a 3 hour nap (this has not happened since college who are we) & then we went downtown to the Petunia Fest. It was the perfect day.
Did you really think you would get through a blogpost without a picture of my dog? No, didn’t think so. Sunday afternoon we walked this little guy downtown to the parade that was going on and I had NO CLUE what I was in for. This guy is a star. We were stopped, not exaggerating here, by 100 people wanting to pet Boone, ask about him, tell us stories about their dog…It was madness. A lady asked to pet him and told us (crying) that she had just lost her dog the day before, and Boone just snuggled her and made her feel so much better. Precious.
That night, I smooched this guy, held hands, and watched the fireworks. Is there anything better than the smell of fireworks & bug spray & listening to Lee Greenwood’s “Proud To Be An American”? Not in my book. It was the best ending to the best weekend.