July 3rd I’m tired and the blowout for the Fourth hasn’t even happened yet. Well, the big one. Tonight is a small party for just the family and a few close friends, which in the Hales’ interpretation, that means about fifty people. It’s Mrs. Hale’s birthday. She’s turning forty so it’s kind of a big deal. I think she wants it to be a big deal but then again… She doesn’t like it. It upsets her. Makes her feel old. I only know this because Michael told me. He’s confessed a lot more to me lately. Crazy stuff that I find hard to believe sometimes but he says it so earnestly I kinda have to believe him. I mean…why would he make up shit like that? And I like that he tells me so much even though I like to give him grief for the way he always talks. I feel like I actually have a friend again. It’s nice. He’s regaling me with his latest story at this very second as we’re moving the outdoor furniture around yet again.
