We blew things up. (Yes, that is Sweet Sister with a blow torch. What, doesn't everyone use a blowtorch to light fireworks?)
We drank fruity drinks from pineapples and napped and played in the pool. (Evidentially, Nice Cousin specializes in artistic, served-in-a-pineapple concoctions. How did I not know this before?)
We were cheerleaders. (OK, I was a cheerleader. Sweet Husband and Nice-Sister-In-Law actually ran in the local "Firecracker" 5K, which was considerably more taxing than clapping and yelling for them as they whizzed by. They are the rock stars to my groupie.)
