Tonight, I may be going to the fireworks. It depends upon my three-year-old son. If he's too tired, I will not be dragging his little butt to the fireworks. If he's out-of-control tired, I will not be dragging his little butt to the fireworks. If he's whining-and-crying tired, I will not be dragging his little butt to the fireworks. If it sounds like I'm not going to the fireworks, I'm not sure.
Saint Marty isn't feeling very festive at the moment. He's feeling like a piece of barbecued chicken.
Too much time in the sun today |
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