I have a love / hate relationship with the Fourth of July. The problem is that it gives my neighbors an excuse to light fireworks. They really take it too far. The "celebration" starts on July 1st and goes till July 7th. During this time, my dogs huddle in the corner shaking and refusing to eat or go outside.

We did manage to get out of the city for part of the day. Emily, Kat, Turtle, Piggy and I went hiking at Sugarloaf Mountain in Maryland. The hike down was great. Going back up, not so much. The route up the mountain didn't allow for a gradual incline. We were exhausted by the time we got back to the car. After the hike, we stopped at the Sugarloaf Mountain Vineyard for their Fourth of July celebration. They had a nice outdoor seating area, a delicious fruit and cheese plate and plenty of wines to taste.

Last night someone was setting off dynamite on the corner. Literally dynamite. It rattled all of the windows in the neighborhood and set off car alarms. I was unfortunate enough to be sitting on the porch for one of the explosions. My hearing will never be the same.

The people behind our house were blasting Michael Jackson's greatest hits at full volume. Kat saw a fat lady moonwalk across the alley. Judging by the abandoned cars in the ally, our neighbors clearly spend more money on fireworks than they do on car repairs.