It's an odd pair...a summer cold and the 4th of July.  They don't mix in any sort of way.  Believe me I tried this weekend, since I was lucky enough to get the worst summer cold I have ever had on Thursday right before our three day weekend began. Everyone is going to parties, celebrating with friends and good food and you are stuck feeling icky not wanting to do much of anything.  Lucky me and lucky Canean too right?  Because when one of you is down, the other half sort of gets dragged down too by default. 

Not that we had any major plans this weekend, but we had planned on making it to a party thrown by a good friend and I had planned on sipping fancy cocktails all weekend because we were celebrating our freedom and the fact that we didn't have to be grown ups for three days.

Such is life I suppose...the whole weekend wasn't a bust, we managed to eat lunch with some friends (my snotty nose and all), went to the farmer's market, and we hung out by the pool on the 4th for a couple of hours, where I finally started reading the Game of Thrones series...and no I haven't watched one single episode on TV...I'm determined to read all of the books first!