Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Happy 4th!
So, I had a fun 4th weekend.
On the 3rd, Hubby and I went out on his sister's boat for the day. He got deep fat crispy fried, which kind of serves him right since I offered him some of my 500+ sunscreen and he refused. I also got deep fat crispy fried, but only a little bit. Patches of my face, and my shoulders. (Shoulders were Hubby's responsibility. He's fired. Or fried.) Also, the top of the lower half of my right leg, because I had it perched up on the side of the boat. Good times!
On the 4th, we headed over to my parents house for firework festivities. My parents live on this lake with an island in the middle. This is the place that we go to to launch fireworks for everyone's viewing pleasure. This year I got to go out to the island to set off fireworks.
The island is a tiny mound of dirt, rocks, plant life, and scary bugs.
So the game plan was to put our launchers at the bottom of the island near the water, light stuff in the launchers, and run as fast as you can up the hill to get as far away from the lit stuff as you can.
My dad was in charge of what are called "cakes." Cakes are basically a firework thingie with multiple fireworks coming out of it, instead of just one. Anyway, his cakes were going off maybe 5' from where my launcher was positioned.
At one point, he said "you can go ahead and go down." (One of his cakes was busy firing away.) I said "how bad would you feel if those were your last words to me?"
Later. I had lit my firework and was trying to run up the hill. Fell. Hard. Hurt. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Fell on rocks. Can't get up.
Luckily, the fuse on my firework had gone out, so I was in no danger of losing body parts to the blast.
As I am laying there, trying to get up, my dad so helpfully informs me that I can go ahead and re-light the fuse on the firework. I asked him if I could get up first. He said no, the show must go on. Such a love.
Oh, and now that I think about it, I had a punk in my hand when I fell, which I somehow managed to hold onto. That's talent.
1 Comments:
Oh my lands, what patriots! Glad to see you survived unscathed, if a teensy bit sun-scorched. Push your dad into the lake sometime and get back at him. Or, you know, scare the crap out of him with your driving again. That sounded like fun. >;)
Miss you!
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