Last night’s Independence Day celebration was low-key, but nice. My sister and Dominic came over and we had our little BBQ with steak and baked potatoes and corn and salad (though I don’t count the salad, since I don’t eat it!). Kevin texted me in the evening to say that he was extremely bored at the party he was attending, so I informed him that he could come hang with me if he wanted. He replied that he might take me up on it, and then he indeed did.

The neighborhood fireworks show began around 8:30, when it was still a little light outside, and didn’t stop until around 10 or so. We had several different groups of neighbors who purchased a bunch of not-so-legal fireworks—some of them were lame, some of them were kinda cool, and a few of them almost killed us (well, Kevin anyway) and/or set fire to our house when some of the burning debris flew in wrong directions. Yikes.

While watching the fireworks though, I kept expecting to see an example of Darwinism at work. Half of the people lighting them were totally just asking to get a limb blown off—or worse. I mean, girls were lighting them while their hair was dragging across the flame, and they as well as their male counterparts would light them, see they didn’t quite light, then pick them up and stare at them close-up, etc. They would also walk like THROUGH the little explosions because they couldn’t be bothered to walk around or wait for them to finish. And yet, everyone came out of the experience unscathed. I have no idea how that happened.

Hope everyone had a safe and sane holiday, and Kevin, I’m sorry our dog tried to get it on with you (well, unless you were into it, in which case, I’m sorry I didn’t give you two some privacy!) ;)

Posted at 8:30 AM |