Julio's Fourth

Fourth of July means 99 cent per pound brisket and fireworks til 1 am.  I used to participate in the latter, until I discovered the rewards of a 10pm bedtime.  Now I just shake my fist in air out in the driveway, robe not quite tied off.


Some money shots from our 4th.

Welllll, hello there.  You're looking stunning this afternoon.  What's that you're wearing?  Salt AND pepper?  Gorgeous.

Simon doesnt really care if the boat is in the water or still on the lift.  All that matters is he's on a boat, and he'll tell you.  Repeatedly.

Eating some "cookies and cream ice cream."  Something went awry in the process and we really only got cold pudding with obliterated oreos.

That ottoman's armrest is the perfect place to hold an ice cream cone.

Hosing off the ice cream.