Independence Day

I woke up this morning with a “not so proud” feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Yesterday, I drank 4 beers and ate 8 salt potatoes, 2 hot dogs (buns too), countless potato chips and pretzels, 2 lemon bars, 3 slices of an amazing cake, and a few freezer pops. I sat in the shade all day and did nothing productive to speak of. I complained about the world around me and about all of the poor choices and decisions that other people make.

This morning, I woke with a feeling in my stomach that made me feel queezy. Maybe it was all the food I ate yesterday. Perhaps it is the realization that a holiday for me is the American Dream for others.

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