We do not celebrate the 4th of July, here in the Man Cave. We celebrate “Independence Day,” as my husband has insisted since the first day I met him. He is as adamant about that as he is about Day Light Saving Time… note there is no “s” at the end of Saving. If you don’t, he will TELL YOU.
Yes, my lovable former television news producer of a husband is not shy when it comes to making clear what the proper word or phrase is. Even when I’m grumbling about being “corrected” by the esteemed Charlie Kaye for using the words “prison” and “jail” interchangeably.
“Yes. Charlie’s right,” he said, with all due sympathy for CHARLIE (as he shook his head… clearly wondering how Mr. Kaye puts up with bone-head reporters like me).
So please, people, I BEG of you. Call it Independence Day. Or he will haunt you like a black fly, in your Chardonnay, which – with all due respect to singer songwriter Alanis Morissette – is NOT ironic. It is unfortunate. As hubby points out. Every time we hear that song.
This has been an actual conversation in the Man Cave. What’s the Man Cave? Read this.