this morning #2212.

this morning, in a furious fit of patriotic passion, he almost blew up the whole damn block. should’ve insisted from the start that he let me be in charge. we’d brought our coffees & our colossal box of PA-purchased fireworks out into the yard to formulate a plan of attack for the evening. he was rather proud of this year’s haul. should be. we blew almost two weeks’ pay each on the purchase. i didn’t care. SO worth it. i perched up on the edge of a planter a safe distance from the fireworks. he immediately started digging through the box. took out a pack of sparklers. lit one up. started waving it around while singing “god bless america.” when he got to the “white with foam” part, he closed his eyes to belt out the final lines. dropped the sparkler into the box. fished it out just in time.