Last night, 4th of July night, I was hit with a sinus (?) headache and crashed early. Well I tried to... my 3 year old was tucked into bed and my husband had left the house with everybody else to catch the 9:30 fireworks that Busch Gardens was setting off.
One of the bestest benefits of living in my neighborhood is that if you drive to one of the golf courses you get the best view of Busch Gardens 4th of July fireworks!
Well apparently this wasn't quite good enough for my crowd. I had forgotten that last year coming home from Hilton Head Tim not only stocked up on gas at the gas station but also on small explosive devices... and so after the big show he and his friend Derek and all of our kids were at the top of my driveway setting these babies off. The favorites are the tanks. Apparently they set off one final one that my husband called a "mortar" and as it was exploding he was scooping up incriminating evidence and hollering at the kids to run into the house. Apparently so was Derek. And so the door opened and slammed and screaming, hollering, kids came flying inside and then down into the basement.
This morning I learned that my husband and his buddy were worried the police were going to show up. That last one was both high and loud. Uh-huh.
So guess where they all are tonight?
On "the hill" in the neighborhood watching the fireworks. Because guess what? Busch Gardens is doing fireworks nightly until the end of August!
In case you are headed to Williamsburg:
I'm linking up with Smiling Sally and friends for Blue Monday. And tomorrow when it is light outside, I'll add the photos I need to take...
Tuesday Morning Addition: incriminating evidence by the back door
I promise I had nothing to do with it *really!*
The boys like the tanks the best: