Happy 4th of July

Ok so I blew it once again. I didn't take any pictures of the family or the best "BAB's" burgers and hot dogs that Michael grilled, or Mom's yummy potato salad. I did take a couple of pictures of the house. I did remember first thing in the morning to hang the flag out.

Now that I look at the picture, I wonder if I hung the flag wrong, but that's how Grandpa fixed the flag to hang, I always thought the tag was suppose to go in the back. I realized that I should get the rest of the outside 4th of July stuff on the door pictured so that maybe next year I'd remember what I did, not that it was very much, but ya all know I'm getting older and the brain doesn't hold that much useless information anymore.


I took the flag down just before leaving to take Grams home. Well Grandpa had put fishing weights on the bottom of the flag to keep the wind from blowing the flag all over the place. I've known this and messed with them for a very long time. But for some reason when I was folding the flag I forgot about those weights and well it hit me right in the shin bone, hurt like a mother and left a purple bruise. So I figured I sorta was in the red white and blue colors for the evening.