Ever wonder why people make these things? Me neither.

Neighbors in my apartment complex have found the parking lot to be a wonderful area in which to ignite fireworks. This joyful diversion, which would have delighted me not ten years past, now fills me with a desire to stand in my doorway in boxer shorts and say something like "cut down that dag-blasted racket! Damn kids!" At least I'm only thinking this, rather than going to the door and actually doing it. Let's face it, my boxers are exactly "filled with excitement" if ya know what I mean, and I'd rather do without the public humiliation of showing that to everyone. Happy Fourth of July to all of you readers. And...Stay the hell off my lawn!