I don’t know what your plans are for the Fourth of July, whether it will be celebrating the country’s history, a fun-filled day of barbecuing, singing the National Anthem or watching fireworks…
B U T
let me tell you, it is my very least favorite holiday. In fact, if it was up to me, I could skip the whole month of July.
W H Y
Well, first of all, I love the smell of barbecue and who doesn’t. That’s all I get is a whiff and a sniff cause mom won’t even give me a nibble. I can sit on the sofa and watch the flag blow in the front yard, roll over and watch the flag on the back fence blow in the wind. It can even put me to sleep and if I can’t get to sleep, I count
sheep stars, and then if I still can’t sleep, I count the stripes. There are 50 stars and 13 stripes. The flag and I have something in common and that be the 13 stripes cause this year I celebrate the lucky thirteen years old.
I can’t remember what year that I started disliking the Fourth of July. For as long as I remember every year my hair stands straight up and I get the shivers and shakes. Mom tries to comfort me, give me meds, strap me in the Thunder Coat but nothing seems to work when the RED, WHITE AND BOOM begins. It seems to go on for the whole month of July!
If you have any remedies, please call my mom! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!
One thing good is that this year mom didn’t try to dress me up or pose me somewhere. I got to lay back, relax and chuckle cause my sisters got stuck doing it.
This year, as in the past, I will be counting the stars, the stripes and covering my ears. I hope you have a safe and colorful holiday…