Kaboom

It was a mostly quiet 4th of July. The boyz and I lounged around the house. I watched Ingmar Bergman's Through a Glass Darkly not exactly a side slappin' rib tickler. (It's the type of movie that makes you want to jump off a high high building).

At night the fireworks rattled the windows since I live very close to the state fairgrounds. The noise used to scare Mr. Max out of his mind but the boyz seemed OK. (Well I think they were OK). Theo and Thompson were upstairs with me- but Diego was downstairs somewhere.

Hopefully they didn't think it was the end of the world, or it was so frightening that they wanted to jump off a high high building.