happy fourth!

Two years ago today at this very minute, Jake was in two parts. Half swimming in Dave's pants, the other half bouncing around in my nethers.

By the time the last firework had worked and the last of the burgers was washed down with a lukewarm beer and the lights went out all over town, Jake was Jake. If you've heard the terribly unromantic story about how Jake came to be you are probably giggling now. If you haven't, consider yourself lucky. It's kinda crass and there is a lot of whiskey and swearing involved in the telling and you might feel a little uncomfortable by midway through if you are a nice upstanding god fearing person.

Have fun today. Eat a few dogs, try just a bit of all the macaroni and potato salads, light a few sparklers, croquet a few mallets, lawn a few darts, toss a few horseshoes, shuttle a few cocks (!), let your thighs stick to some lawn chairs, get a little sunburn, wear elastic waisted eatin' shorts, and feel free to lick bbq off your fingers. There are no manners on patriotic holidays. Just don't drink too much or you might make a baby. Or drink too much because you might make a baby. I'll keep my fingers crossed that you get what you want.