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A Fourth of July Recap: Alabama Style

Well folks, it came and went...my 3rd Fourth of July in Alabama. And each year I continue to be surprised by all the shenanigans these southerners enjoy on this, the most patriotic day of the year!



**Seriously, I can't make this stuff up.



> You know you are in Alabama On The Fourth Of July (OTFOJ) when.....you are directed by three men in orange vests, equipped with flashlights to your parking spot at the fireworks trailer.



> You know you are in Alabama OTFOJ when.....your neighbors decide to skip the "real" fireworks because the guy down the street has his own **extrememly safe** fireworks launcher.



> You know you are in Alabama OTFOJ when.....the joke about your first time shooting a roman candle still comes up! Dangit! Read here.



> You know you are in Alabama OTFOJ when..... it sounds like a good idea to put some fireworks in a water bottle, just to "see what happens."



>You know you are in Alabama OTFOJ when..... you take your weiner dog to the river and she likes Scott's sandwhich more than Scott liked Scott's sandwhich [Izzy looked like a walking weiner with Mayo].



>You know you are in Alabama OTFOJ when..... you buy extra fuse line to rig up your own fireworks show.

And on a side note...it just so happens that the Fourth of July is Chris and I's dating anniversary :-) So, being the sweet guy he is we had reservations on the patio of a fancy steak restaurant to watch arguably the best fireworks in town. However, we kinda got busy being goofy at the lake in Scottsboro with friends, family and the wiener dog...so we skipped the reservations, caught the last half of the fireworks as we were driving home and decided to watch a Discovery channel "When We Left Earth" episode with the Saturn V in the background. Honestly, it was perfect! Happy 3 years babe!

Oh, and I kinda bought a house...more to come...

PS: stay tuned...tomorrow is the one year Anniversary of Nerdy April's Space Adventures!!!

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