Bossy flanked her little neighbor who was holding her little sparkler because Bossy has a fear of pyrotechnics. Even little pyrotechnics.
This, watching the small town parade, was Bossy’s last sober July 4th moment. Because July 5th? Oy, the hangover. Hello sofa.
Bossy wishes everyone a happy, barbeque-eating, beer-slugging, bike-racing, cake-indulging, penny-diving, plastic-fork-using Fourth of July.