Will have to follow this awesome lady. We both live in the same part of the world. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Close-Up of a Patriotic Pinwheel Toy, Photo by Cecilia Kennedy
When the sky hits your eye—and hair and legs—with fiery pellets from the fallout of extremely enthusiastic fireworks displays, that’s “amore,” Fourth of July style in my neighborhood. The action starts off innocently enough around lunchtime with a few blasts, which really makes that boring peanut butter sandwich taste so much more—I don’t know? Dangerous? (If “dangerous” was a flavor, it would taste like peanut butter and sulfur.) Then, someone down the block dons an Uncle Sam top hat of sorts and stumbles about the street with a box of “Shock and Awe” supplies in one hand and a Solo® cup in another. When these two things happen, the action really starts to heat up, and last year, I missed it all because I was hiding under the bed. (No, the cat did not keep me company. He fared much…
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