Last night Abbey and I took the kids to Arthur. They had WWII planes flying around with big fireballs bursting when they swooped over to simulate bombs being dropped. Then they had a bunch of skydivers. The skydivers were making everyone nervous, because a couple of them were doing tricks like flipping all the way upside down, and spiraling wildly towards the ground. They all landed fine and we all breathed huge sighs of relief. The fireworks show wasn't set to start until 9:30, but at 9:35 there were still no fireworks and the MC announced a cable had broken and they were waiting for someone to drive a new one over from Bethany. We were sitting on bleachers next to am Amish family who had the cutest little boy. Hollie thought he was pretty cute too. The fireworks finally started almost 40 minutes later and the first bang scared Bubba and he started crying. He was fine after I picked him up though, and started oooohing and ahhhhing and pointing his tiny little finger towards the sky. He clapped and screamed YAY after each burst of color. We had such a great time. Abbey and I ordered a funnel cake, mozzarella sticks, nachos, and strawberry shake-ups and ate so much we both felt really sick. Maybe it was food poisoning from a rotten strawberry, who knows. Chunk didn't come with us. I was really sad and missing him a lot last night. I wubs my chunkers!! Anyhoo, that's all for today folks. Love you all!