We actually ended up having boiled crawfish. Normally I go buy them and go with slightly spicey. My husband went to buy them and told them "awe, we love spicey." Let's just say they were seasoned at some level between Habanero and My Face Is On Fire
so I only ate a fraction of what I normally would.
I worked on the 3rd even though it was my birthday. Decided with less people there I could get more done. My husband worked part of the day on the 4th because he had a case (teeth) with a short deadline. While he was backing up in the driveway to get to work he hit my truck. I have a caved in driver side passenger door.
Although sad, I could not get mad since a couple of months ago I accidentally set one of metal outbuildings on fire.
and burned up my last 15 or 20 bales of hay. My hay guy still asks me if I have been playing with matches lately.
is my reaction.
To make matters worse, my husband had given me a lame birthday card that showed where someone's birthday cake had set the ceiling on fire and in the inside said maybe we should start celebrating your birthday outside. Card was identical to one he gave his sister some years ago. He wrote in it, "first the barn, and now the ceiling." Needless to say, that went over like a lead balloon. So, after smashing my car in and going to work he came home with a dozen red roses and a mushey wifey card and said "tomorrow we will go someplace nice for your birthday dinner." Not wanting to keep the man in the doghouse I readily agreed and began a conquest to find a place appropriate for getting him out of the doghouse.
We drove to a place just about an hour away and we will be repeat customers. It is on Caddo Lake. We sat on a second level screened in porch overlooking the water. We shared appetizers fried green tomatoes, stuffed jalapenos, and hush puppies like I have never tasted much less seen. They were huge and light as a feather. I had crabcakes and he had redfish.
The fireworks on the 4th were not as loud or close as years before. Probably the economy, plus the neighbors kids are older and busier with other things. But, as a precaution we let the horses listen to Seminole Wind by John Anderson all night.