Why doesn't America knock?

Because freedom rings.

Sorry.  Really, I am, but that joke had to come out.  It's that time again- happy birthday, America. Last night, I joined Cas at the top of his apartment complex parking garage to watch Addison's Kaboom Town fireworks.  The city does an event in a park and sells tickets, but I had no interest in joining a huge crowd and paying for the privilege.  Apparently, I am not alone in this feeling.  Cas wasn't too pumped up about the crowds, and a lot of people had the same thought about the parking garage.  Ironically, there was quite a crowd.  Go figure.  It still wasn't a big crowd.  I made up some margaritas and we sat in lawn chairs watching the sky.  That was it for a while, I'm afraid.  I'm taking him to the airport today, and he will be off on his big adventure.  

I decided to pick up a week of work this summer proctoring tests for the school district.  They have a week of make up times for kids who didn't pass the state assessments, and that week just so happens to coincide with the time before my own travel begins, but during Cas' trip.  I will be all bored and boyfriend-less; I may as well make a few bucks.  

As for this weekend, though, I plan to hang out with my mamma.  Dad is on a motorcycle trip and Danny has gone to Arkansas with his fiancée Laurie to be with her family.  Mom has the house to herself, which means that she will be wanting to binge watch some goofy sci-fi show and order takeout food.  I can't judge.  If I cooked for people all the time, I would certainly want to goof off and have Chinese food brought to my doorstep.  

I need to get a move on, though,  Cas will be expecting me in a bit, and I have to take a shower.  I can't have his last image of me for two weeks be unwashed.  

Here is a sparkly from last night's sky in honor of America's birthday.  I wonder if this is similar to how my cake is gonna look this year with its 40 candles...