Happy 4th!

Mr. B was right. When he & Richie were talking about our cookout for the 4th, he said, "What? Are you going to blog about it?" Yes, that is exactly what I intended to do.

We had such a fun time! The food was great, the company even better.

I even scolded two young boys who were ringing doorbells and running off. They rang our doorbell, and Richie saw them run and hide behind Q's car. We went out there and they stuttered and said they were looking for a friend. Yeah, right.

A little while later, we were eating, and I saw them pick up this long pipe thing, ring the doorbell across the street, and run off. I went outside and caught them mid-run. The oldest ran off somewhere, and the younger one stopped. I asked what they were doing, and he started whimpering, "We were...we were...ringing the doorbell and running off."

He almost started crying, and I tried not to laugh. The oldest came back when Richie walked out. I recognized him as a student at my school. We talked to them for a few minutes, and then told them to just not do anything that would cause damage. They sighed a breath of relief that we wouldn't tell their parents, and off they ran to play. Or ring doorbells. Not sure which.

And, of course, no post is complete without pictures.

I love my husband!

Right side of food spread

Left side of food spread. I'm getting hungry just looking
at these pictures!

The rib cooks. Mr. B made his special ribs, and Richie

made his recipe. They were both excellent!

Good job, guys!

Mr. B waving to all the blog readers, while

Q relaxes and Chip texts.

Richie keeping an eye on the grill.

And, last but not least, dessert!

I tried to make red, white & blue cupcakes.

Turned out to be pink, white & blue. Happy 4th!

God Bless America!