Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Day After

My dogs are still in recovery from the sound of last night's fireworks. Thank God they're half deaf. My yard and street are littered with debris. The city park I walk at each day was trashed with the remnants of independence and broken beer bottles. I'd like to think that with our city's budget woes, the park employees have a better use for their time than cleaning up after intoxicated pyromaniacs.

Please don't think me unpatriotic, but I'm a little cranky from lack of sleep. What does independence mean to you?