I was soundly asleep in my bed last night about 1:30 am, when I was awakened by fireworks. Now, I didn't like the idea that folks were setting off fireworks as dry as it is to begin with, but for some insane reason, I don't think that there is a burn ban in this county. Anyhoo, I got up and stood around to see where this was coming from. One more went off. It was a full moon and bright as day. I'm walking around the fenceline, ("walkin' after midnight ;-) ...) and I get over to the neighbor's place and I see two teens out there clear as day. They light another one off hooping and hollering. Fun's fun, but it's dry and it aint a holiday anymore...
I holler over the fence, "Boys, holiday's over and it's too dry for this sh#t. Yall need to put those fireworks up." I get a "shut up lady" in return.
Hey! They called me lady at least...
I tell them I mean it now, boys, put 'em up or I will call the Sheriff's on you both and then "Bud" will have to deal with all of it. (Bud's the terminally stoned, confused father figure over there.)
Well, they moaned and groaned but no more fireworks. I sat up for about an hour after that, just watching to see if they are going to meander over and try something. I finally went back to bed.
So today, I'm out walking the fencelines again looking at the places where grass should be, and lo and behold, beer cans! And right over the fence from their place. I put them in a grocery sack and took them to the neighbors and told ol Bud that this dog won't hunt and that he needs to get some control at his house.
Can't wait to see what they throw over the fence tonight. Summer is always interesting over here. Their kids are grown but it seems like every summer they have some sort of foster exchange student over there or something.
"Bud" told us once that he would smoke dope with his kids but not cigarettes because they are bad for you...
Think you can figure out where our pet name for him comes from? :cowboy:
I holler over the fence, "Boys, holiday's over and it's too dry for this sh#t. Yall need to put those fireworks up." I get a "shut up lady" in return.
Hey! They called me lady at least...
I tell them I mean it now, boys, put 'em up or I will call the Sheriff's on you both and then "Bud" will have to deal with all of it. (Bud's the terminally stoned, confused father figure over there.)
Well, they moaned and groaned but no more fireworks. I sat up for about an hour after that, just watching to see if they are going to meander over and try something. I finally went back to bed.
So today, I'm out walking the fencelines again looking at the places where grass should be, and lo and behold, beer cans! And right over the fence from their place. I put them in a grocery sack and took them to the neighbors and told ol Bud that this dog won't hunt and that he needs to get some control at his house.
Can't wait to see what they throw over the fence tonight. Summer is always interesting over here. Their kids are grown but it seems like every summer they have some sort of foster exchange student over there or something.
"Bud" told us once that he would smoke dope with his kids but not cigarettes because they are bad for you...
Think you can figure out where our pet name for him comes from? :cowboy: