Happy 4th of July to this country and of course Me! What is very interesting, One of the most enduring myths about Independence Day is that Congress signed the Declaration of Independence on July 4th 1776. The myth had become so firmly established that, decades after the event and nearing the end of their lives, even the elderly Thomas Jefferson and John Adams had come to believe that they and the other delegates had signed the Declaration on the fourth. Most delegates actually signed the Declaration on August 2nd, 1776.
We had a great time celebrating this country's independence and my big 2nd birthday. We celebrated on Bayley Beach in Rowayaton, CT , just a few blocks from our house.
Some of our special guests where the Case and Weiss families. I had a great time playing with Samuel and Theron as well as all the other kids there to celebrate. Special thanks and love goes out to Mumu and Momma for setting up the event and for grill master Dadda.
Peace out all!
Mac Daddy
Me and Samuel having our can and eating it too! Just a little icing around the all over ourselves isn't going to kill everyone, especially Momma and her Margaritas in a bag.
A little dancing on the beach
Is there anything on our faces? Maybe a little fourth of July celebration?
I am not sure who these people that crashed our party? I think maybe the local homeless people looking for a little grub to hold them over until the next holiday
Momma just starting to get here celebratory grove on. I think by the end of the night her grove met up with the piper.
Momma Megan caring a future Marine Recon member. Theron, what a toughy! And ther I am with Mumu thinking about my dozen balloon that flew off into the Long Island Sound that I will never see again. Oh, I hope that don't drowned.
A little band action while some big paw scraps icing off the b-day cake. Forensics came to take fingerprint of the culprit
The festive table and a little football action. I think Dad's butt was getting in the way of me receiving the football during the snap
Check out Momma, "The Hot Patootie Pants" commonly referred to by my Dadda aka. "Al Bundy"
I think Hunter and I started to get a liitle hung over from eating every inch of the Red, White, and Blue icing off the cake. It is abvious from our facial discoloration and our stupor.
