the 4th (also known as the holiday I most often threaten to divorce my husband)

I really hate the Fourth of July.

(SORRY BUT I DO.)

Drunk people and fireworks? It just doesn't seem like a great combination to me.

Also, every year Karl decides he wants to host a party.

Every year it involves an adult slip and slide (which I roll my eyes about every year!).

(May I remind everyone that I am currently 29 weeks pregnant and that we hosted a birthday party last week?)

(May I also remind - or perhaps share with you for the first time - that last year's event ended with Karl and one of his friends eating disgusting charred and lighter-fluid flavored pizza from the grill?)

So. Yea. It's his thing. I do not cook. I do not clean. I do not shop. I do not invite.

To his credit, it all gets done.

And, to his credit, I have to admit this year was an excellent, relaxing event.

There was even some solid kid curling:
Plus, we were in bed by 11 and I didn't have to clean up a bunch of beer cans and other drunk people litter the next day!

SUCCESS!