For years, years, the Man has wanted to take the Kid to see fireworks.
And for years, years, I have dragged my feet because I am totally chicken and HATE fireworks.
Yeah, I know (intellectually) that they are really high up. I know they can't hurt me.
... I have no depth perception. None. So to my eyes/head/heart/self they are RIGHT HERE INT FRONT OF MY FACE ABOUT TO BURN ME!
This year, he took her... and I stayed home with a really stupid movie and a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough.
|like I said... reallllllly dumb.....|
I think I got he better end of the deal... no crowds! No praying over loudspeakers! no sunburning! No traffic!
And best of all... no fireworks!
They had fun too.