Who'd'a' thunk? For Independence Day, I got together with three cousins, Bill, Craig, James, Chuck and his Wife, Anna, Andy, my parents, and Pat to grill up some food, drink some beer, and light some fireworks to celebrate. And what wound up happening? Us mature adults (snicker, cough) stripped to the waist and hurled ourselves down a slip'n'slide in the front yard. But it wasn't long enough, so we added two twenty foot tarps to the front of it. But those weren't slippery enough, so we added dish soap. Isn't it kinda funny that the things in life that are the most fun all seem to involve getting hurt? We had to hold the tarps down with eye-bolts, and Craig ran into one with his arm. It's pretty badly bruised right above the elbow now. Bill has a huge bruise right above his waistline from God only knows what. Probably from hitting the ground so many times. And James tried to ski down the thing, fell, and landed hard on his shoulder, which from what I hear still hasn't quite healed yet. But hey, what's a little internal bleeding among friends?