Happy 4th of July!
Despite the recent tragic loss of my niece, and the twice now horrible experiences we have had setting off a few fireworks, happy 4th people.
Monday, we tried setting a few fireworks off. The police were called by a local drunk asshole we all know and hate. Although the local newspaper is what notified us that the “burn bans” had been lifted, the officer threatened to confiscate our fireworks (thank God 85% of them were located in the house and not outside with us).
Then in some strange stroke of kindness (more like he realized he was an idiot) he just offered that we quit for tonight, or find a good field or something (um… but you were warning us about the burn ban?) and was on his way.
Well, tonight, one of my neighbors in all his drunken glory decided he would take one of my fountains (I didn’t care) and light it himself.
As my wife, I, and my four daughters looked on it amazement we realized not one second into the lighting that something was amiss.
The first shot of 16 fired, *PPOOOM!*, and that was what sent the fountain skittering on its side.
The fountain continued firing off round after round, *PPOOOM! PPOOOM!*, sending these mini-mortars flying in my children’s direction, several of my neighbor’s directions and even down to the end of our street barely missing my last neighbor on my side’s *very* nice car.
Needless to say, I said screw this shite, and took everyone inside. Luckily no one was hurt.
But is God trying to tell us something? You know… like… “Fuck you!”

