Independence day is one of my favorite holidays, although I sometimes find myself wondering if it weren’t for those colonials I might be living it up in Downton Abbey etc. Food for thought. Anywhoo…
I got up nice and early for our annual Open House. I ran to the kitchen and made up mimosas and waited for the guests to arrive. But guess what? Röbert never sent out the invitations. They were on the back seat of his car! I wondered why no one had called to ask what to bring. Oh well, more mimosas for me!
After I drank breakfast (lol) I was laying down and I heard a crash in the living room. I went to investigate but all I found was my precious Starling reading a big heavy book. She is so smart! She said she hadn’t heard anything but I later found a broken vase behind the sofa where she was sitting. Ugh! I just know it is Merlin but Röbert coddles him so, and wouldn’t let me punish him without proof. Infuriating!
Merlin was outside playing with that darned chicken, “Birdy”. I keep shooing it into the neighbors’ yards but Birdy comes right back. Röbert bought it some chicken feed and made a pen for it out back. See how he spoils Merlin? I just know those two were up to no good!
But it was time for the Sullivan’s annual July 4th party so I ignored the mess the bird was making, scratching up my beautiful yard, and got changed. I put the baby in his car seat to go next door.
I am worried about the Sullivans. They are older, probably in their mid-forties, and I think they might be losing it a little. They acted surprised, as if they weren’t expecting us, when they know we come EVERY year! Oh my. I may have to sit down with Karen and see what is going on.
Of course Röbert and Merlin started horsing around and I was MORTIFIED! The Sullivans were so sweet about it and kept telling me to let Merlin stay “just this once”, whatever that means, but I sent him straight home to bed. Too bad he missed the swimming and fun and fireworks. I hope roughhousing with his father was worth it!
Starling and Hummus both seemed like they might be allergic to something earlier, so I gave them each the tiniest bit of Benadryl and it just wore them right out. By 6 PM the children were nestled all snug in their beds and we were able to enjoy a little grown up time. Röbert had a hamburger, but I was a lot hungrier.!