My fireworks got rained out, and then I had to deal with a crazy person. I'm in a the car with a friend. I'm soaking wet. There are very few lights. It's raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock. We wait a few minutes and it doesn't get any better, so I start backing up really slowly and end up tapping the car parked behind me. Then I'm trying to ease back to see if I could see any marks at all while my car lights were on. (Did I mention the advanced darkness?) In doing so, I apparently also barely tapped the corner of another guy's bumper, because, I suspect, he had rolled forward about 10 inches waiting for me to leave. I didn't think I'd hit him at all, but I stopped the car and tried to figure out if and how I could leave notes. (Did I mention the torrential rain?) The guy in the last car comes banging on the window and screaming that I'm a dangerous driver and he's calling the police. In the meantime, I'm standing in the rain running my fingers over both cars to make sure there is no damage. A police officer arrives and agrees that there is, indeed, no damage, and tells me to drive home carefully. I left my card with both cars, and I fully expect that the crazy person is taking a can opener to his paint job in order to claim I did it. Okay, it was not my best driving, but there was no damage. And yet we had to sit around soaking wet until the officer came.

bumpers are there for just the sort of thing you describe.

ma~~ to the family of Cindy.

I am not really against people haveing fireworks. but I have a shake roof- so it makes me nervous. Esp since it isn't even dark yet.

All my ~ma and prayers for a quick recovery for your MIL, Cindy.

{{Ginger}} Sorry for the massive suck. Also, thanks for writing the LJ 4th entry. Very nice.

We watched the beach fireworks from the top of a bridge. Nice breeze, pretty fireworks. Neighbors are still quite active with their displays. It will be a long loud night. Alas, I must get up early in the morn or I would still be outside watching.

eta: The city had lots of big peace signs in their fireworks. The kids kept yelling Hippies!! Twice nice since I was wearing my peace sign embossed flag shirt.

BTW, ESPN2 is replaying the Italy-Germany match right now -- they are in about the 77th minute of the game.

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Cindy, I hope things turn out as minimally as possible. Much strength to you and yours.

Steph--a scent shortcut for you.

~ma for Cindy, MiL, and family.

When I was growing up, my family did. Not. Go. To. Fireworks. On the 4th of July. I was born in January of 1970. On July 4th, 1969 my parents took my brothers and sister (I was along for the ride, but the view was crap) to Edgewater Park for the Cleveland fireworks. Sudden storm springs up, tornado skims the coast of Lake Erie, and voila! No more going to Edgewater Park for the fireworks. Ever.

When I was a senior in high school, our family hosted an exchange student. As she was with us in July, we went to one of the smaller displays in one of the smaller suburbs. It was the first time I had ever seen fireworks in person.

Oh, Cindy! May she be fine. How scary.

We had Cass, sparkling firesticks, and much fun (as we always do at these events, because Pete and Jilli are miracles). Fay's been pimped. Lillian FINALLY crashed on the way home. She managed an acute failure to nap, and we were there until nearly 11. However, she was lovely and charming and sweet, and looked out at the various illegal fireworks going off in the neighborhood with an intent expression as she said, "Boom!"

It was officially too cute for me to handle.

an intent expression as she said, "Boom!"

DED of teh cute.

Cindy, I'm so sorry! How very scary. I hope it wasn't anything major, and leaves no lasting effects.

Mal is thrilled to have his dad home, and has been totally showing off - standing on his own, eating fresh fruit (which he won't for me or the nanny), and talking. Yes indeed. He pointed at the cat and said "Kitty!" to his dad, calls R "Dada" and me "bmabma," said "Hankoo" when given a toy.

It's still Binklish, but it's there. Babies are weird.

And it cooled off - a series of storms came in off the sea, and now it's sunny and breezy and 70 degrees. It's like spring.

Boom. Hankoo.

Ded, DED, I say, of teh cute.