Despite less-than-celebratory weather, my family convened for our mostly-annual BBQ in honor of Our Nation's Independence. Okay, so in reality we get together for Mom's tuna macaroni salad and my Uncle Gary's rum punch. This year we did the usual, only with a few more layers of clothing on.
It's funny how tired you can get just from sitting around outside for a few hours. I'd swear that I overexerted myself in some major physical activity. In reality, the most energy I expended today was used to play a quick game of Bocce with my older brother. Not terribly taxing. I probably burned more calories going back and forth to the cooler for more of the rum punch.
All that fresh air and drizzly atmosphere has definitely made me rather blah. Not to mention the mounds of food that I somehow consumed. So good, but so, so bad.
Happy 4th of July, all.
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