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Things we escaped when we made the Brit’s bugger off go home and leave us alone in 1783:

1. We get to eat hot dogs and fries instead of bangers and mash.
2. We get to drink our beer cold, thank you very much.

3. We get to have a good, honest dinner at a reasonable hour without having to settle for cucumber sandwiches at ‘Tea’.
4. We never, ever, have to eat anything called ‘spotted dick’…

I’m sure there are more….

Still – I have to say one small thing to all Brits today:

Thanks! We couldn’t a done it without you!

YAY! Happy 4th!

Lokki, hot dogs and fries are definitely better than bangers and mash, but I have to admit I get an occasional craving for fish ‘n’ chips…

Happy Independence Day rebel colonists.

Eh, no hard feelings you Brits. Now that you’ve stopped the whole invading us thing, that is. Fireworks! Wheeee!

Rainy and dreary here in Central Ohio. Daytime TV is reason enough to work day shift for life. The Travel Channel’s show “All You Can Eat Paradise” just featured a restaurant called “The Castaway” in Hollywood, and Billy Muny (kid from Lost in Space) and his family were interviewed.

Have a happy New Year!
No, wait…
He is Risen!
Um…hang on…
Turkey Day! Let’s eat!
Er…
What’s all that noise outside?

Have a great holiday, just watch out for the liberal moonbats!

The only thing on the news out here are the wildfires. This one is to the south and west of me.

http://www.kerncountyfire.org/incidents.php?id=124

Bad, really bad.

If you’re going to use fireworks, take care.

We need some Brits around here to throw out. That always livens the day.

We need some Brits around here to throw out.

How about some sleezy politicians who have probably have never read the Declaration and think they are royalty. I think it is time to wave it in their faces and dump them overboard.

Have a Happy Fourth everyone! I have to work….I wonder if my employers do the holiday pay thing?

187 (183 now) more comments and Weasel will cross the magic 100,000 mark! We’re talkin’ tonight or tomorrow, for sure!

As soon as I finish bating my breath, I’m gonna stand here and wait with it. And I feel more like I do now that I did when I got here.

The milf across the street has been feeding me Bloody Marys with garlic-stuffed olives again.

PnB – I’m sorry you have to work. Your employer should pay you quadruple time. Because I said so, that’s why.

PnB, they’ll do, nicely.

Instead of a Tea Party I’m thinking along the lines of a pirate ship, and walking the plank. Of course they won’t be eaten by sharks, as a professional courtesy.

America, Thy Heart is Rebellious.

Darn tootin’

Eh, working holidays was never any huge thing here. Daddy was AF working a rotating shift and I did crazy ass night work for a while. Double time and half is more than enough incentive to celebrate Xmas on the 26th.

It’s going to be in the upper 80s low 90s here over the next two days. Which is too damned hot for people. But on the plus side all inside and outside chores were completed today which means I actually get two whole days to do nothing. I think the Farmers Market is calling my name tomorrow morning.

Hot dogs – German
‘French’ Fries – Belgian
Fireworks – Chinese

Happy Independence Day, you ghastly load of rebels!

Never forget we love you (whatever vile crimes you have inflicted on our wonderful language!)

Jesus, Pups — Bill Mumy. I had a terrible crush on him in 1966. In my teens, I long-term dated somebody who looked a whole lot like him, and I’m sure that’s why…because…there weren’t many other good reasons. Saw him in person in ’97, and he’s no bigger’n a fried fart. Little dude, seriously. Did a stint for coke posession. Wrote comics for a while.

Well, it rained in the morning, and it was s’post to rain in the afternoon but never did, so I had a wonderful day out with my new GPS. It’s excellent! Only downside: I’m EATEN ALIVE with skeeters. And I just plucked a tick off my thigh that was trying to stick its bidness in my flesh. It wasn’t a deer tick, though, so no Lyme.

And the fireworks are going off all around and Charlotte couldn’t care less, so I’m really proud.

It started raining here just as I getting ready to throw out the garbage after supper. So that stays until morning. In the meantime, very impressive display of Mother Nature’s fireworks, and now I can hear the official one going off, even though it’s still raining.
Nice thing about the rain is that it’s been happening towards the end of every afternoon/early evening, which cools everything enough that we’ve only needed to use the AC twice in the last month. June in South Florida–that’s impressive. (But it’s not global non warming. Just the usual summer rain occurring just at the right time of day to cool it off before sundown and get rid of the humidity.)

I don’t know, Kishnevi. Fourth of July has always been my least favorite holiday. I love my country, but I fucking HATE the heat. It’s always miserably hot here for the Fourth. This year? I don’t think we’ve had more than two hot days leading up to the 4th, and this isn’t one of them.

Uncle B, we learned it from the masters of rebellion. 🙂

You.

Ta… Really, y’all need to foment a rebel or two. Penny for the Guy.

Er, yes. Mumy. It was just one of those ‘6 degrees of separation from Weasel’ moments, I had my laptop open and was reading your page when the TV showed him stuffing his little ginger face with seafood.

I remembered your post about being a Lost in Space fan-girl back in the day, but was too lazy to search the archives for the post, then my battery started to go so I didn’t even IMDB him to make sure I spelled his name right.

This was the coolest (temperature-wise) 4th I think I have ever experienced. The weather has been perfect. Several of the ladies tonight had to go get sweaters! Humidity was nil.

Huge amounts of sky were blown up. This is as it should be.

Now I need to go sleep it off before I drive 180 miles to the fambly re-onion tomorrow.

Yay! I’m’onna get WET!!!

I didn’t realize Billy Mumy had that effect on you…

What?

Yeah? You ought to see what a little Heston’ll do…

Just 75 more comments. They’re just wafer-thin…

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And – yes – we are hung over. I hate that.

The key to avoiding hangovers, McGoo, is to drink every night. Skip a night, and you’re back to square one.

I so wish I was kidding.

So quiet. So surreal.

Uhm…yay?

Congrats Stoaty. This calls for a drink.

To S. Weasel, the finest of mustelids, imbiber of strong liquids, never lost, much adored, the best of the web each day!

here here

*clink*

A bit late, but I was behind on my page-a-day calendar…

Independence Day was commented on by English expatriate Frances Trollope in Domestic Manners of the Americans (1832): “On the 4th of July, the hearts of the people seem to awaken from a three hundred and sixty-four days sleep; they appear high-spirited, gay, animated, socially generous – or at least liberal in expense – and would they but refrain from spitting on that hallowed day, I should say that on the 4th of July at least, they appear to be an amiable people…. Had they not the bad taste and bad feeling to utter an annual oration with unvarying abuse of the mother country, to say nothing of the warlike manifesto called the Declaration of Independence, our gracious king himself might look upon the scene and say that it was good – nay, even rejoice that twelve millions of bustling bodies at foru thousand miles distance from his throne should make their own laws and drink their tea after the fashion that pleased them best.”