4th of July

Mmm I'm to survive yet another July 4th in the Swampish Hole of Kentucky.
Not that I'm complaining, I do enjoy the 4th of July celebrations my town has. Lexington, by far isn't the worst place I could be. Quite the contrary, I find it's rather... comforting, if nothing else... to know that everywhere you turn, there will be another illegal show of fireworks, as everyone tries to best everyone else's colorful spectaculaire.

No, I do enjoy it here, quite a lot. But the humid, muggy, cling-to-your-back kind of weather we always get stuck with usually only ends when a thunderstorm comes our way, which obviously puts a damper on the festivities.
And of course, nothing is greater than knowing half a dozen people are suddenly expecting you to come up with some extravagant celebration for a day that nobody really understands anymore.

With no way to pick anyone up, and no way to feed/host people in my home, I'm rather afraid I will have to depend on someone else to make today worth while.

On an un-related note that is equally blah-tastic, I've got to also find a place to keep my three cats, and another for three people to stay, while we hire somebody to come into our tiny crappy apartment, and bomb the entire place. The upstairs neighbors have FINALLY moved out, but that means that the hundreds of roaches and bedbugs and carpet mites that were up there, have come down to OUR apartment, after the mega-bombing up there. No joke, it was like a dozen life-sized Mega-Bombermen came and had their way with pesticide bombs.

On the same note, I took a chance and slept in my bed for a 3 hour nap today. I awoke to find that in SEVEN different places on one arm, I had been bitten by bedbugs. So, I tried a few hours ago to lay down for a more restful nap behind the small sofa, and counted 20, yes TWENTY different roaches in one area, and when I rolled over, one large one fell off of my blanket.
So, I'm now faced with which is better:
Sleep with the roaches
Sleep with the bed-bugs
Stay awake as long as possible and listen to my dad complain.
As if he has a reason, since for whatever reason there could be, the roaches don't touch his couch.

Well, I suppose that's all I've got for now, after today's festivities die down I will possibly tell of my day.