Just to set the record straight, I'm not a huge fan of the 4th of July.
Not that there is anything wrong with the holiday!
Go America, and all that jazz,
but I don't enjoy it the same way I used to.
For me it's just me getting crawled all over by small children whom I wish to destroy.
This is not the day for a girl bent on moving to England.
I wore my British T-shirt for the 4th of July.
TAKE THAT ALFRED F. JONES!!!
Ingrid (the best-yet-most-over-protective-younger-cousin to ever exist on the planet and be tots epic) and I made 4 batches of cupcakes on the 3rd to prep for the 4th.
The cupcake fairy strikes again.