Fireworks are stupid expensive, and if you’re going to have all that money go up in flames it might as well go up into the sky beforehand. Last night I worked it out, and our average fireworks cost every 4th of July is around $2/minute – there are phone sex lines where women of questionable morals will lick a firework and let you listen for cheaper than that!
Last year we got a pretty good deal on some “pro shells”, which at the time seemed totally worth it. It seemed like they went nearly twice as high and they were much louder – but when it came time to pop the money this year, we wimped out. We got a few cheap mortars and we’ll call that a night.
Sabs woke up early this morning to start baking and cooking – she fried up some chicken last night which smelled awesome. She’s currently working on some red white & blue independence day creamsicle cake, along with matching cupcakes.
Dinner should be good, Trevor’s barbecuing hamburgers and hot dogs. My only task thus far is to go out and sevin the lawn to curb the inevitable bug problem – which I haven’t started yet.
