This goes for all of you who enjoy this holiday. Who doesn't enjoy giant fireworks? We all have memories. Mine? One firework that we shot landed on the roof of the home next door. Thank god it didn't burst into flames. Or we would be sued. Big time. Picture time!
Fireworks are a big thing on this holiday. That, and hamburgers. And hotdogs. And the wonderful staying up to 3AM, listening to the freaks still doing fireworks, and being able to smell that smoke still. How wonderful, right? Everyone loves choking on that wonderful smoke, being blinded by the lights, and the lost of you're hearing for a week. It's a good memory. You know, the drunk, wonderful laughs of your crazy neighbors next door. That's not the best. Sometimes. I mean, when you watch them do some really weird things, it makes it funny and all that.
Now, I'm pretty annoyed. My mom is a professional blogger, and always asks questions at the end of her blog posts. So here's a question to you:
I hope that happens tonight...