Sometimes Jeff gets really drunk on July 4 and drunk dials me in the middle of the night.

Sometimes he then asks two days later what he had said because he doesn't even remember calling.

Sometimes I am an ass and decide that instead of telling him what the message said I'd just post it to my blog. :-)

Recap of the Nathan's Fourth of July Hot-Dog Eating Contest and my trip to New York coming as soon as I wade through the 857 photos I took of a 10 minute competition...