July 3rd

What a Friday night we had planned. Soda: check. Brats: check. Fireworks: check. S'mores: check. Pouring rain: check (damn).

We planned to light off all of our fireworks on Friday night because the kids were leaving for Grandma's house on Saturday. We lit some daylight fireworks while the grill heated up. Unfortunately, the skies were gray and looked of rain. As the evening progressed, it rotated between total down pour and spitting drizzle. At times we all huddled in the gargae with snacks and booze to pass the time. Nonetheless, we enjoyed everything that we had planned: food, fireworks, and s'mores. The neighbors were all outside watching the activities, and we got a chance to visit and blow stuff up together. I found out that my neighbors J and D are huge pyros. The Park Man abd his wife were nowhere to be seen, as usual. I'm sure he had to leave the house so that he wouldn't see all the bottle rockets and burnt out fireworks falling onto his lawn.

The kids all wanted to light stuff. Evelyn lit a hundred smoke balls. Dade and Brody preferred the stuff that makes noise. They escaped with only a few minor burns and one skinned elbow from Dade dancing like a crazy man. It was so nice to spend the time at home together and just hang out. Despite the rain, I'd say this was the best July 3rd ever!