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Jane Wagner | 07/04/2008 8:15 am

'How Lily and I Tried to Celebrate July the 4th'

Photo by Claudio Camaione

10:00AM

We were looking forward to spending the morning by the pool, relaxing in the hot tub, then a cold plunge, then a picnic lunch with some plump, guilt- and nitrate-free hot dogs prepared with thinly sliced organic scallions and Dijon mustard (also organic) mixed with just a soupcon of chili sauce. "We’ll never miss the delicious nitrate flavor which we so closely associate with hot dogs," I thought to myself.

Of course, I still had the shopping to do since I didn’t get it done on the third (I thought the stores would be too crowded). And the housekeepers couldn’t shop — they had their own plans to celebrate the Fourth.

Went to Whole Foods, Gelson’s and on down the food chain to Ralph’s and Albertsons. They were all either sold out of nitrate-free hot dogs or I suspect never heard of them in the first place.

10:45AM

Desperate, I even popped into the 7-Eleven. Not a total waste — never is, really. I found some low-salt, low-fat, "baked" organic potato chips and I got two non-trans-fat iced doughnuts to make up for the hot dogs I didn’t get.

11:15AM

Thought of a backup plan to our picnic. I didn’t feel like making potato salad anyway. Besides, I forgot to get organic potatoes — so that settles it: Plan B coming up.

Click here to see Lily and Jane’s photos from the Fourth of July.

11:30AM

Got home, found Lily rummaging through drawers in downstairs bathroom.

Jane: I thought you’d be out by the pool.

Lily: I can’t find any sunscreen.

Jane: Oh, I forgot, I got us a new stronger sunscreen. I threw all the old sunscreen away.

Lily: I’ve used that sunscreen for years.

Jane: I know, me too. And we’ve got sunspots as big as falafels. See, I’ve read there are some new sunrays that our old sunscreen hasn’t beenprotecting us from: UVS/UVA or UVH — no UVH isn’t right. Anyway, I was afraid we’d forget and use the old kind if I didn’t just throw them away.

Lily: Maybe someone could’ve used them.

Jane: And get cancer? That wouldn’t be right. I read there’s a sunscreen you can wash with now.

Lily: As you washed, wouldn’t you wash the sunscreen away?

Jane: You’d think.

Lily: Kathy Najimy e-mailed to check if we were coming tonight for food and fireworks. From her house, you can see displays all across the city.

Jane: We should’ve let her know before today.

Lily: I know. You were supposed to call her.

Jane: I thought you were.

Lily: That’s what I told her — that I thought you called and you must’ve thought I called.

Jane: Sounds reasonable.

Lily: If you know us, it does.

Jane: Listen. I have an idea. Let’s forget about having a picnic by the pool. It’s too hot now anyway.

Lily: Actually, it’s not that hot.

Jane: Well, but let’s forget about it anyway. Look, I hate to break it to you, but I didn’t find any hot dogs that were nitrate-free. I went everywhere.

Lily: Did you go to Wild Oats?

Jane: Wild Oats?

Lily: That’s where they have them.

Jane: Well, I’m not going shopping again. I haven’t been shopping in more than a year and I’m not going twice in one day; it’s horrible.

Lily: Are the stores crowded?

Jane: No, they’re empty. And it’s depressing to think everybody’s already settled on how they’re celebrating their Fourths — but us!

Lily: But we have plans —

Jane: But those plans included me making potato salad — which I am so out of the mood for now. So, how does this sound? We go to Pink’s for their legendary chili hot dogs. Then we go to see “Chimps in Space” at Universal City Walk. Then home to dress to go to Kathy and Dan’s.

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1154 Reader Comments (so far…) Sign In or Register to comment

Kathi O'Donohue
Did you ever get the nitrate free hot dogs? You are so funny (like I need to tell YOU that) up until the end when that serious stuff starts to happen. Glad I found this site. -kathi
By Kathi O'Donohue on 03/11/2008 9:24 pm
Edith Ann
Welcome to the site, Kathi, we have fun here. Jane
By Edith Ann on 07/04/2008 4:47 pm
Rebecca Rapp
Hilarious conversation. All the women in my family — nitrate filled hot dogs, heavy pasta, gumbo, jambalaya, liver cheese sandwiches, beignets, 3 cups of coffee a day, and all — lived to be between 90 and 105. They didn’t miss a beat. Don’t kill yourselves by trying not to kill yourselves! I personally think the stress associated with eating right is more harmful than eating “wrong.” Our country and its founding tenets are beautiful, aren’t they?!
By Rebecca Rapp on 03/12/2008 2:15 pm
Edith Ann
Rebecca: Lily & Jane love that phrase of yours <> Edith
By Edith Ann on 07/04/2008 10:01 pm
Edith Ann
Golly, Rebecca. The techies here left out your phrase ” Don’t kill yourself trying not to kill yourself.” Edith A
By Edith Ann on 07/04/2008 10:02 pm
Edith Ann
Hey, We like your line: “Don’t kill yourselves by not trying to kill yourselves!” Wosh I’d thought of it. Jane
By Edith Ann on 07/04/2008 10:18 pm
Niles Dolbeare
You say nitrate, I say nitrite, let’s call the whole thing off!” I could spend all my holidays reading the snappy dialogue in your holidays. P.S. Tofu pups don’t cause as much burping.
By Niles Dolbeare on 03/14/2008 4:25 am
Edith Ann
Hey, Niles: It’s me, Edith. We could have a burping contest. I can burp whenever I want to. My dad taught me how. He mostly burps when he drinks beer. But he is one of the best funny burpers in Edgetown. Mom hates it when he burbs. Sometimes, he burps and then I burp a tiny echo. We’re disgusting, Mom says. She wants me to be more ladylike, but that would just not be me. Edith
By Edith Ann on 07/04/2008 10:08 pm
Mugsy Peabody
Edith, get your Dad to teach you how to wiggle your ears. If he can’t, maybe Uncle Niles can.
By Mugsy Peabody on 07/05/2008 3:39 am
Blue Circle Girl
Mugsy, I can wiggle my nose just like Tabitha from Bewitched … I loved that show … I grew up on Elizabeth Montgomery. It took me years to master the trick … it has no value … just sayin’. Now, back to Ms. Montgomery …. I LOVED HER and will remember her with dignity as an actor that helped bring an awareness … My daughters name is Samantha. The End. Ms. Montgomery came to my hometown to film a mini series at New Salem State Park in Illinois.
By Blue Circle Girl on 07/05/2008 3:51 am
georgia fatwood
Hey Edith Ann ..et. al..There was a fabulous Mel Brooks/Anne Bancroft sketch about a dingbat auditioning for a musical.She was chewing gum and adjusting her clothes while the intro played and then sang ….”you say toMAYto and I say toMAYto”……I was actually trying to figure out how to get this under the nitrates/nitrites spot… OK, now how many posts are there here….?
By georgia fatwood on 07/06/2008 3:09 pm
Frannie Em
Hey Edith You would have fit right into our house. We had 7 girls and 1 boy (Charles). When my mom would give us a pop on saturday we would sit outside and see who could burp the loudest. If my mom heard us we were in trouble, she said it was unladylike. So if someone blasted off with a big burp we would always blame it on Charles when most of the time it was my little sister Deanie. Deanie was a champ. The funniest part was that she was little with beautiful deep red hair cut like Buster Brown’s and she had lots of little freckles over her nose and big blue eyes. She would sit quietly waiting for the bubbles from her pop to make their way northward, her little trap would open up and she would scare the heck out of us. She always won the prize.
By Frannie Em on 07/06/2008 1:48 pm
Buh- Bye
When my brother and I were your age Edith we would get my dad’s reel to reel and record our burps at a super slow speed, so when my father turned it on to listen to his recordings later he would hear this really long slow burp instead. True story.
By Buh- Bye on 07/08/2008 11:00 pm
Mizz Andry
thank you for sharing…with a touch of humour as expected from you both (with the exeception of the long blurb at the end)….your relationship convo sounds similar to my own….you both remain a reason for me to give this site a bit more time and chance
By Mizz Andry on 03/18/2008 11:16 am
mary lou s
name noted, mizz andry. glad you came to this site.
By mary lou s on 07/04/2008 11:20 am