UPDATE: It’s half past ten and I guess all of the grandchildren in the neighborhood have gone to bed, having spent their poppers. It’s only downhill from this but it’s better not to let them know, I guess.
I know the title should be “It’s almost 12:00” but it’s not.
There are random fireworks going off, per usual. The pups are a little nervous, but from what I can tell, most of the kittens are ok with it. Fanny and baby were playing and all the rest of the OKs are off sleeping wherever.
The next two plus hours will be a little tough for the pups and me, but thankfully I have thumbs and money and can take a couple of pre-emptive aspirin.
As I type it starts in earnest. I’ve never understood the need to set off fireworks in the city limits. When I was a kid, we had fireworks, but it was always out in West Texas on the farm and we never set them off near other people’s houses.
At least we got a good rain this week and everything is still damp. I will stay up to make sure that both the pups are ok and that the house doesn’t burn down.