It's like all of a sudden, I hate the beautiful fireballs, fountains and sparks that just last year I loved.
Anyways, if you're shooting off fireworks in the vicinity of my home, be thankful that we just moved in and I refuse to be the neighborhood bitch, yet.
Okay, so B got to sleep, hubs and I got in bed (which seriously after moving and unpacking for two days is like the best feeling in the entire world). 1:20am BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM. nice. Hey new neighbors who I'm trying not to make hate me at the moment, I know you're hammered, I get that being drunk makes fire like, so much cooler, but could you just light a fountain or smoke bomb or something instead?