Twas the night before *The Fourth* and all through the house...
Sharing a forgotten cake in the fridge for yesterday's birthday girl. (So good, Raspberry Coconut Cream from Food for Thought in Draper.)
Such tiny little pieces to share, we didn't bother telling the daddy. He could have had the whole thing on a toothpick.
The neighbors were stirring with fireworks from Wyoming. (I'm pretty sure they weren't legal. In fact lots of my neighbors were stirring illegal sparks. Too bad my camera couldn't show them off.)
And my nightime welcome for tomorrow's annual BBQ guests.
Mine eyes have seen the glory.