Okay, I know, I know, fireworks have been going off for days, interrupting your sleep, making the dogs crazy, and creating chaos for the local fire department. I bet you can't wait until tomorrow. But I gotta say, there is something so entertaining in watching my sons (grown, though this may be somewhat difficult to discern) plot and scheme to create the annual 4th of July fireworks show. Which requires a finely tuned balance of smokey things, spinny things, squealy things, exploding things, and fly up into the sky things. And has somehow become no girls allowed. No matches, no punks for us. Pffft. I attribute this poor behavior to something on, or perhaps missing from, the Y chromosome. By the way, does anyone know where the hose is?
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
fireworks
Okay, I know, I know, fireworks have been going off for days, interrupting your sleep, making the dogs crazy, and creating chaos for the local fire department. I bet you can't wait until tomorrow. But I gotta say, there is something so entertaining in watching my sons (grown, though this may be somewhat difficult to discern) plot and scheme to create the annual 4th of July fireworks show. Which requires a finely tuned balance of smokey things, spinny things, squealy things, exploding things, and fly up into the sky things. And has somehow become no girls allowed. No matches, no punks for us. Pffft. I attribute this poor behavior to something on, or perhaps missing from, the Y chromosome. By the way, does anyone know where the hose is?
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