Why is the baby always the last to know? Apparently Grammies and Pops have been planning a 4th of July party for a while. From the sounds of things, they do this every year.
Anyway, I have discussed it with Mommy and Daddy, and they are going to let me hang out. So, if you haven't been formally introduced to me yet, this is your chance. If we have met, you are also more than welcome to come over and visit.
I don't know why they rely on the baby to tell everyone the details, but here goes...
The party is going to be at Grammies and Pops' house. If you don't know where they live, give one of them a call, or Mommy, or Daddy, or Uncle Adam, Aunt San, Granny, Grandma Judy, yada yada yada, you get the picture. You could also post an email address and Uncle Adam will get back with you.
Pops, Uncle Brian, and Uncle Adam will be hanging out at the worlds best smoker (the Bull-B-Que) for most of the day preparing all of the meat. The ladies (Grammies, Granny, Aunt San, and maybe Mommy) will be preparing some sides and desserts. If you have a special side dish that you think people should try, please whip up a good portion of it and bring it on over. I am trying to figure out what these "side dish" things are. All I get is milk, and on the side is...milk...but for dessert, I get...well...milk.
I hope a lot of people show up. Like I said, it is a lot of pressure on a little guy to do all of the work here, and I have forgotten some details, but I think the last I heard was that you guys are going to be eating around 4. I will be eating at 7, 10, 1, 4, and 7.
If you would like, you can post here, or call someone to let us know you're coming. Or, just show up, we'll be glad to have you.