Happy 4th of July!

So, I'm in the grocery store yesterday, buying things for our 4th of July party, standing in the checkout line minding my own business. And my great, goofy, super-fun friend from church shouts across the entire front of the store, "Hey, Shelly, what's with the blog? I've been reading about that Greek wedding for days now. When are you going to put up a new post?"

"Soon!" I promise her. "Check back later today. I'll have something for you later."

That was yesterday. It's now late on the 4th of July, and I still can't come up with much of anything to say.

Not that I haven't tried. I've started probably five blog posts since yesterday. You could have read about

- my 4th of July party.

- our town's parade.

- the "frat house" down the street.

- how to make Blue Cheese Potato Salad.

- my latest Priceline win.

But instead of all that, I'm just going to wish you all a Happy 4th of July and call it a blog post.

And now I'm leaving to take Maggie to see fireworks because, as she's reminded me about twenty times this week, she hasn't seen fireworks in two years because she was at camp last summer. Poor baby.

Check back on Monday, dear grocery store friend and closet reader. I promise I'll have more to say by then (because you know I can't keep quiet for long).