I have two words: So, tired. You would think, if our country expects us to celebrate and otherwise cavort in honor of the 4th, they could give us a day to recover.
And let me just tell you, my neighbors were in rare form last night. It can’t be good when—whilst celebrating your nation’s Independence—you lose all love for your fellow man. Right around midnight—after an onslaught of illegal fireworks, let off right outside my bedroom window—my love was seriously waning.
Lucky for us all, they quit just in time. And so shall I.
So with that, I’ll leave you with photos snapped at the second annual Boise Chalk Art Festival. Because nothing says summer quite like carefree chalk drawings …