I love fireworks. I love Independence Day. Every year I read the Declaration of Independence, including the names of every man who signed it, and I reflect on how many of them died, how many were left destitute, how many sacrificed everything they had. It was a turning point in human history. In the evening I go to the fireworks show and I enjoy every moment. The bangs that don’t just hit your ears, but vibrate right through your chest. Colors and light shimmering and shining. The smell of the powder if you’re close enough to the launch site. The finale that bursts into a riot of sound and light at the final send off. I LOVE IT! If loving fireworks is wrong, I don’t want to be right!
Not mine. She doesn’t eat people food anyway, but the sounds of frying anything (especially bacon, that stuff POPS really loud!) scares her. I can’t fry, brown, or saute anything with her in the kitchen; she runs away…
I thought water balloon at first, too, but someone pointed out the beach ball in panel one. When I compared the two, it became clear that it is the beach ball that Lupin grabbed from the news desk as he ran off to the sun….
It was not intended for Marcus. Clarence left the truck running in the hopes SOMEONE would take it- someone who needed a truck, anyone, any stranger, just to get rid of the thing. Marcus found it first and thought it was specifically for him.
Until that person starts to feel taken for granted…
I was the only one with wheels. I drove a lot. One day BOTH of the pals I was driving around got in the back seat, leaving me up front alone. I got SO MAD. I felt like I was being treated like a cab driver….
I like those little baby-carts that some grocery stores have. If it really is “just a couple things” I get a basket to make sure I don’t overshop and cut down on impulse buys.
I have a couple ties from each of my grandfathers’ collections- they of course belonged to a generation that wore ties A LOT so they had a lot of ties (having four children each probably helped with that as well)- and I occasionally wear one to work. Several of my cousins also chose ties from the collections. Sharing out and picking the ties with the cousins are good memories that I am glad I have.
My parents’ cats have eaten practically everything they did (at least a bite or two) for the past 20 years. They all seemed fine, living to ripe old ages, anywhere between 15 and 18. My father spoiled them all terribly… And once he has sufficiently recovered from the most recent loss, I’m sure there will be another kitty (or two) in the house to spoil, but right now they are cat-less.
I love fireworks. I love Independence Day. Every year I read the Declaration of Independence, including the names of every man who signed it, and I reflect on how many of them died, how many were left destitute, how many sacrificed everything they had. It was a turning point in human history. In the evening I go to the fireworks show and I enjoy every moment. The bangs that don’t just hit your ears, but vibrate right through your chest. Colors and light shimmering and shining. The smell of the powder if you’re close enough to the launch site. The finale that bursts into a riot of sound and light at the final send off. I LOVE IT! If loving fireworks is wrong, I don’t want to be right!