WEEKEND OF FREEDOM

JULY 4 = FREEDOM

FREEDOM to kill animals (sorry P.E.T.A) and eat good jerky.

FREEDOM from cooking dinner. We went to Park City for the weekend where Clayton wanted to cook me a romantic dinner. Spaghetti...Lady and the Tramp style. The most romantic cartoon ever. Doesn't get better than that.

FREEDOM to enjoy God's creations. Donut Falls. Beautiful. Also the most crowed hike ever (if you call 1.5 miles a hike).

FREEDOM to say "Diets suck. Give me more FroYo." Top it Frozen Yogurt in Holladay. What it lacked for in toppings it made up for in its yellow cake batter flavor.

FREEDOM to not work weekends and enjoy the sun at the pool.

FREEDOM to admit that you still love parades and will scream for candy and if necessary steal steal it from little kids while your husband covers his eyes and pretends that he doesn't know you. Hmmm...he doesn't see to have a problem eating my stolen goods!

FREEDOM to not wear a dress that matches your float. Although that freedom kinda bothered my OCD. Would someone please tell me what blue dresses are doing on a pink/purple/white float?

FREEDOM to take picture after picture while my husband has a look of "If we take one more I might have to claw my eyes out!"

FREEDOM to go back to the pool and swim all the way across the pool without coming up for air (or use a snorkel).

FREEDOM to bbq or in my case eat the bbq'ed food someone else prepares. I love that freedom.

FREEDOM to spend time with family and eat biscuits and ice cream.

FREEDOM to say "addios" or "until next blog post"