I was so excited to see a London paper interviewing Yankee expats for 4th of July yesterday, until I read the article. Are we surprised they spoke only to whiny (whingey) turncoats? Had they interviewed me, I would have said how proud I am – despite health care policy, the intersection of politics and religion, ubiquity of guns and violence, parental leave policies, preservatives in food, food policies generally, no ability to reserve seats in a movie theater and the fact they still have to take your credit card away from you when settling the bill at a restaurant – to be American.
Our day started off disappointing. Everyone in my neighborhood was acting like it was just another day. But then the sun came out, and I found this disgusting thing in Waitrose.
And our friends saved us from a total lack of celebrations. Yay, Independence!
I just feel better when I can make one of those awful flag cakes.
Now I am totally getting psyched for Bastille Day.