I have recently been informed, by various individuals, that the following facts render me "Un-American":
a) I live in the nation's capitol, but watched the Independence Day fireworks on TV (though we did see a few live ones out of our kitchen window).
b) I watch the Rachel Maddow show on a semi-regular basis (though only when I get home from work before 9, which is a rarity these days).
c) I don't like hot dogs (though I have bought several from Salu, the hot dog vendor outside my office, just because he's the only one who talks to me around here).
d) I drink hot tea in the summer, even when I'm not sick (all my husband's fault).
e) I think it's about time the media started covering something other than Michael Jackson (no parenthetical here--that's just true).
But gosh darn it, I spent my Fourth of July listening to country music and baking a peach pie. Does that get me back in the club?
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Let's blame those who really deserve blame: me (the so-called husband). You see, I have been very busy, mostly working on trying to come up with pictures of fossils. So, that consumed our weekend.
But gosh darn it, I spent my Fourth of July listening to country music and baking a peach pie. Does that get me back in the club?
Depends: were you wearing cowboy boots and some sort of coordinated outfit that featured only flag-colors?
In reality, I'm right there with you on the hot tea in summer and the hotdogs. (Ok, I eat hotdogs sometimes, but . . . I eat anything, so that doesn't really count.) Also, I didn't really watch a fireworks display because I was too busy attempting to blow my own hands off. Although, sadly, pyromania might be a point in favor of my American-ness, I suppose . . .
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