A fourth of Van-toven

So after an entire day of cleaning the house and manicuring the yard to perfection everything is trashed. The yard is littered (which gently describes it) with burnt out fireworks, cups, etc. The inside has to be re-cleaned. My dogs are still in a pout about spending an entire day in the bedroom. And the best part I think is that Van and I both had to be at work this morning (the day after the party).
Now I'm not saying it wasn't fun. It was. and possibly the best part of any party for me is watching Van absolutely relish in mingling with and entertaining his guests. Especially when he can entertain them with fireworks. As sappy as this sounds, I am happy just watching him have so much fun. Later he passed out on the couch. No, not drunk. But rather like a little kid at a slumber party. Passed out happy. Then he drops the remote on the wood floor which wakes him up and he comes to bed, dogs in tow. And as tired as he is he makes sure that he waits with the lights on until the dogs have made it upstairs and into the bedroom. Otherwise they trip and you can hear them struggling to make it up the stairs in the dark. Apparently climbing stairs in the dark is something only the cat can do. Oh and the cat had fun at the party too. He must have because he puked on the floor which is a rare occurance and let me tell you; delightful to clean up at 7 a.m.