Yes, I just channeled Katy Perry. It's ok if you hate me a little.
We tend to do things big in the south, particularly when it comes to explosives. Now, I know this isn't a strictly southern thing, but I swear our accents get thicker when lighting a fuse or throwing a firecracker in the pool and I just don't think it would be the same anywhere else.
This year the sister and brother-in-law got a nice haul from the Other Carolina and combined with ours we had a nice selection. I don't have a ton of photos as I was too busy watching the display, but here are a few.
|Mike and Joey working on one of the "works on land and water" fire boats.|
|Testing it in the water and leaving its mark, too.|
|Joey inspecting the tank after he and Mike decided to "ramp it."|
Brief pause in the picture parade to throw to the video footage. So you can hear just how passionate my family is about our explosives.
|Me and Joey conducting our annual tank battle.|
|Both of which I lost.|
|Daddy and his "launch tubes."|
|Aiming for the sky.|
|Melissa as Lady Liberty.|
|Sparklers! My favorite part.|
|Me, a bit blurry, but I like it.|
|With the nieces. Shortly before Jordan burned her foot. |
And thus the reason I probably won't be a chaperone next year.
After all the oohs and ahhs were said, and all the fingers counted, it was just a good night.