I'm a Yankee Doodle Doofus

Hope everyone had a great Fourth of July weekend. Because I'm so patriotic, I took the celebration of our liberty for an extra day. I don't know about you, but I'm pretty useless this week. This morning I've been staring at my cursor, wondering why it's blinking so slowly.

It could be the fact that four solid days of drinking beer and activity more strenuous than typing have finally worn me out.

My husband and I spent the weekend pretending that we lead the lives of those overly-active Eddie Bauer models that are always jumping over creeks or playing tennis in matching cardigan sets. Unfortunately, neither my husband nor I are very good at working out. We spent about thirty minutes throwing the Frisbee Sunday and decided that we were good and winded and had earned some really fattening fruit-flavored freezes (courtesy of Joy Yee's). Ah, sugary goodness. And after that, well, we had to go get tapes and drink Sangria. It just seemed like the thing to do.

You know you're leading a sedentary lifestyle when 30 minutes of Frisbee throwing and an hour on the patio gives you a sunburn and makes you want to go to sleep.

We spent the actual fourth pulling muscles playing badmitton with our friends, the Kinsellas. The game required you to have a paddle in one hand and a beer in another. You only lost points if you spilled your beer. It's a lot more challenging than it sounds, especially in the rain (that poured while we played). The rest of the weekend is a blur, although I'm pretty sure there were fireworks and more strained muscles. Someone remind me to stretch before picnicking next time.