Unhappy 4th of July!

At the risk of sounding unpatriotic (and either you are with me or you are against me), I hate the 4th of July. It's my least favorite holiday. Why? FIREWORKS. Hate 'em. I hate the firecrackers that make the popping sounding. I hate the fireworks with their booming noise. And I hate it when they make that squealing across the sky sound.

The only good part about the 4th is the BBQing.

Holidays I like: Thanksgiving, Christmas, my Burpday, Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, Arbor Day (I love the trees for providing shade to rest in and places to pee).

Holidays I dislike: the 4th, President's Day, Father's Day (guilty feelings), Labor Day (school is starting).

I'm on the fence about: Halloween (involves candy but I can't have chocolate anyway. And there was also that year I got dressed up by a ladybug. The horror!), Easter (I've yet to find that d*mn gigantic rabbit or the eggs he is supposed to leave around our lawn).

And we were supposed to get TROUTS for breakfast but then my ma ape forget to freeze them so we had fillet mignon instead. And it had better stop raining so we can BBQ. I saw shrimps.