Skip doesn't understand fireworks. For all he knows those sounds could be gunshots targeted at his burrow. He's officially freaking out.
I spent the same amount of time driving home from my Independence Day party as I would have biking. Crazy drivers... lots of 'em.
Our miniature fireworks got a little out of hand this year as one lit and fired towards the crowd.
Water balloon fights were getting out of control and children were being told, "don't do what the grown ups are doing... it's dangerous."
Americans, why do we do this to ourselves? Being patriotic means watching fire propel into the air, eating hot dogs, and general chaos.
Yep. Sounds like the way we like to celebrate, all right.
And this year I survived just fine.
Happy Independence Day... night night.
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