fourth o' July

first of all: HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

second of all: a short story(ish)
So for every single year of my short life I have been in Minnesota over the 4th. This is the first year that I'm not, because of stupid strep. Wednesday I felt like I was dying. And not in the good way, if there is a good way.  I couldn't swallow, or talk, or breath, or move, or stay conscious.  I was MISERABLE, I tell ya, MISERABLE.  So I had to stay home or risk having strep in Minnesota for the second time (that is another story for another reminiscence, though I will say I was 5, AND had mono at the same time), and infecting family and other people that are like family.  So this is from last year.  I'll miss judging my close relatives for eating dead birds and other animals and maybe the whole family bonding at my family reunion.  Maybe.  At least I have plans so I won't be too depressed on our nations day of celebrating our independence from Britain. Speaking of which I still haven't finished watching the Royal Wedding. . . Maybe I should get on that.