The Fourth of July holiday is over and you have a lot of contemplating to do. It’s okay, I’m pretty sure we have all felt this way. Here, Doug the Pug demonstrates our post-Fourth of July thoughts:
When you wake up on July 5, your eyes shoot open, and you begin questioning all the decisions you made the previous day in the name of American independence. Did you really make it to 12 different Fourth of July parties? How many times did you say “‘Merica?” How did you make it through the weekend without seeing a single firework?
When you realize how many ridiculous pictures you let yourself be pressured into taking. One, you did not sign up for this, and two, that was not a good angle of you, at all.
When you decide that the best course of action is to hide yourself under the covers, and hope that no one bothers you. Responsibilities can’t break through blankets, right? You’ll revisit the real world eventually, you just want to relish in that Fourth of July mood for a little while longer.
When you realize that for the last 12 hours that you were too busy having fun to eat a substantial meal. Fingers crossed for leftovers in the fridge.
So you start daydreaming about a giant Chipotle burrito appearing next to you. Why doesn’t Chipotle deliver?
When you somehow lost a contact last night, and now you have to go out in public wearing your third-grade glasses. Round frames are coming back, right?
When you decide it’s finally time to be a real person again so you head out to the library. You can do this, you’re an adult…kind of.
And you have to say goodbye to your favorite pool floatie for a while. Deflate it, put it in the closet, and take it back out for the next pool day.
But at least you have all the leftover popsicles to get you through…and snacks and beer. Those should last for at least a week so now you don't have to cook.
When you look back on the weekend and realize that even though you’re sad it’s over, you wouldn’t have done it any other way. Here’s to the friends, the fun, and the foolishness. ‘Merica.
