Now's the time to chant USA USA USA, and know that somewhere a bald eagle is majestically flying (soaring, duh) in front of a star spangled sunset (are you with me?). Ok but seriously folks, the Fourth of July came and went, and all though I didn't see any eagles, I sure did eat hot dogs! Alex and I enjoyed a hilly bike ride home (that could easily be confused with a "silly hilly" bike ride home, "silly" because every time we would see a huge firework, Alex would say "a night to surely remember.") Though we didn't see all the sweet faces of our favorites, we did get to see some, over some BBQ and chips. Hope your Fourth was full of good old fashion fun.