Last night, around, oh, say, 9:30, while watching Fiddler on the Roof, a car pulls in to our driveway.
We're all thinking, Okay, they can't prove anything, we're innocent, and anyway, that whole Salamander Incident was all cleared up, right?
So then this midget (hey, it was dark out, 'K? Cut us some slack. My apologies to Laura, by the way...) comes running up our front stoop stairs, and we open the door, and are immediately assaulted by a huge display of FIREWORKS in our Cul-de-sack. I mean, it's completely fabulous, not only because it wasn't the authorities, but hey! Someone I Know (and Her/His/Their Kids) came and shot off Fireworks!
And then the neighbors came out, and they clapped, and we clapped, and The People I Know clapped, and we laughed and cried and made merry and had a grand old time.
It was seriously the best way to finish Radiation FOREVAH!!!
5 comments:
Salamander?
Aww. That sounds nice. :) I'm so happy for you.
Did you sleep in a good long time this morning?
Actually, I didn't. My internal clock is still set to Radiation time.
Yeah, Salamanders. Ever read Calvin and Hobbes? If you haven't, you should, and if you have, re-read them.
I love you. And your whole family.
But not that cat.
KRClarkson
Hey, you love the cat too, admit it.
I love you guys also (didn't want to use 'too' twice in the same post, but now...)
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