The 24th of July landed on Sunday this year so it created 3 days of celebrations. Luckely I bought four boxes of glow sticks to get us through Saturday, Sunday, and Monday nights. With an awesome new camera Josh got some fun pictures. There are none of Andy since he cries to go to bed as soon as there are any signs of fireworks.
Every year since Josh and I got married (so the past 9 years) we have spent the Saturday of the 24th at the Mendon Celebration with his family. His mom does a Navajo Taco stand and uses us as slave labor. I used to hate it, but I have come to the conclusion that it is just part of being a Kirk. This year we had the stomach flu on Friday night and Saturday morning so we were not able to attend. When the alternitive is a house of sick people I REALLY wish we could have been there with the Kirks. We did make it out in time for the fireworks and in time to use up a box of glow sticks.
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