Also - I'm about to get all Norman Rockwell up in here. I apologize, but it cannot be helped. Consider yourself duly warned:
|Anonymous Husband & Master P headed to our neighborhood 4th of July parade|
If you haven't yet expired from the cheese factor here, let me add a bit more fromage - this was one of those mornings where all of my recent complaints melt away for a time, and I recall why it was I've always wanted a family (Pug included). Doting husband / father, marching about with our patriotically-clad neighbors, watching Master P take it all in . . . yes.
Because this is me, the Pretty feature film didn't last long - alas, the hard-working Anonymous Husband had to go into work, and I ended up with the bug Master P had thoughtfully brought home the previous day. Of course.
It could have been worse, though - observe our first 4th with Master P, when he was shiny, new, and mightily pissed off (*sorry, late Grandmother! I was pearl-clutching as I typed that, pinky swear*) for much of the day about . . . something:
|Same bib as above, different everything else. Praise Neiman Marcus.|
Hope my American darlings amongst you had a happy, Hollywood-worthy 4th too.