I survived the onslaught, but the KABOOMS and marauding bands of young drunks made for interrupted sleep, so I eslept too late, which I hate. As I’ve said, fireworks are illegal here, but that makes little difference when so many people violate the law that cops can’t keep up. It’d help if states that allowed them wised up, but I guess the people demand the right to blow off some fingers.
I hope all the frightened pets are snoozing soundly today.
I really am done complaining about health crud. I was raised by example to soldier through with a cheerful smile, and I generally do. Also, when I was married, the now-ex didn’t take kindly to any statements of ill health, so I got used to only mentioning those that were really, really obvious. The downside of all this is that my close friends and family have me figured out, and now they don’t believe me when I say I’m OK.
Enough about me. On to more interesting people: Mumpers! In no particular order:
OWL, I hope Knoebel’s was a good experience, bittersweet as it was apt to be.
Sunny, glad your hubs passed the two stones. He sounds pretty stubborn, but I know you’ll persist.
Shoe, I like VOW’s Pretzel Plan. Or you could smoke a lot and hope she get’s a contact mellow.
Nut, I get a chuckle out of your posts. Since the KABOOMS, as swampy puts it, went on all day long, probably wouldn’t matter if it got dark earlier. I just don’t understand why people have to celebrate by blowing stuff up.
flyboy, good luck on the project, and stay safe.
Such sweet kitties, people!