I’m working on one of my favorite holiday’s. If I were a normal thinking person I would just call in. I’m still sorely tempted but considering the fact that I bitch when people do that I would feel guilty if I did it today just so I would have the day off.
Holiday’s really don’t have any meaning anymore. Holiday’s are all about what we get out of it not the meaning. I don’t want off for any particular reason other then the fact that I like watching fireworks. I don’t really care that it’s a holiday with meaning behind it. I like the pretty stuff that blows up. A couple of years ago we almost set our screen house on fire with a run away fire cracker. We’ll actually when I think about it. The screen house did catch on fire we just caught it before it did anything.
And so that’s what The Fourth of July means. Blowing shit up and trying not to set anything on fire. If you do do anything stupid you should try to walk away with a funny story because it’ll look better when you’re explaining why you don’t have a hand. Dont drink and blow shit up. Not that I have personal experience, I just imagine it wouldn’t end well.
