“Hell ya, they explode”

Things exploded in the sky last night in a small town north of Dallas, Sherman.

Oddly named firework carcasses like ‘Climbing Panda,’ ‘Crowd Pleaser,’ and ‘Barrel of Fun’ littered the backyard and sent the five dogs in doors. Stomachs packed with meaty gunpowder running from sparking wicks and yanking kids out of the way to the delight of those who sat on the porch with sparklers as twisting parachutes gracefully glided down onto the pond. BB guns were shot but not in anyone’s knuckles and a two car fireball had us conversing about the burning tar smell and drivers who, at a standstill, managing to piss everyone off. Home by 1:30, bed by 2, awake at 7. Remind me why I don’t drink twelve gallons of tea in the mornings.