The Fourth

July 4th was cool.

We went to the local parade and the sirens from the many, many rescue-type vehicles scared the bejesus out of my unborn children.

We had a nice visit with my father-in-law, who has a broken foot but has lost the cast and is feeling much better.

Our neighbors, who we sat with at the parade, invited us over for an afternoon barbecue, but first my buddy, Ray, stopped by and we went to the beer garden and I saw my friend Paul, his wife and dad, and my friend and former colleague, Nick.

I was away for about an hour and 45 minutes while the wife sacked out. I got home, Ray hung for a while, and then I booted him out so we could go to our neighbors' house to feed the pregnant lady.

What a spread! The Italian was being spoken, the kids were in the mini-pool, and there was food all over the place. I even had a couple more beers, which was nice, since I only had to walk about 13 feet to get home.

Got back home, took a nap, took out the garbage, then did Six Feet Under. ("Hiilariously funny. The feel-good hit of the summer." That's what they're saying about Six Feet Under.)

Jumped around and caught AI and Jermaine O'Neal getting Punk'd, then took on The Andy Milonakis Show. Andy is, I believe, the former Man Show Kid. He is, at times, side-splittingly funny and at other times sorta stupid and stale. But I am tuning in every week, especially until Da Ali G Show season three commences.

Also, it should be noted that Surreal Life 5 is supposed to start Sunday night.

Giambi: Two homers, both off lefties. Nice.

I'm out.