Happy Birthday, America

Confession: I don't know how many people signed the Declaration of Independence. I also don't know what, exactly, an integer is. And don't ask me to point you in the direction of Arkansas.

Public.School.Fail.

What I do know is that I'm REAL glad we celebrate our independence from Will & Kate's people as it equates to a 4-day weekend.

Though I bet when Mr. Franklin & Mr. Hancock (that's right, right?), signed that super important piece of paper, the type of "freedom" they had in mind was more free speech, less freedom to day drink.

More, taxes are necessary, less taxes are a drag when you have a minor shopping addiction.

I do, however, think that Ben & his gang of revolutionaries could get behind hanging with friends & family, eating some good grub, and terrorizing the neighbors with cheap fireworks.

'MMMMERICA!

    Matt & Rhetta enjoying their last 4th as non-marrieds.

 Casey & Rhetta terrorizing the neighborhood. The one night of the year you're almost certain those loud pops aren't gunshots. Chicago!

                                                                 Photo bomber.

                                                           Friends at night.

 Me & Susie.

Meat.

HEAVEN.