When we were deciding where to move years ago, one of the boys ‘criteria was that the state must be able to have fireworks. And if you could get the illegal ones, all the better. Well, we mooch off the neighbors when it comes to the South Carolina fireworks, because I just hate to see money blow up in smoke or flames or sparks. We do patron the local fireworks stand and let the boys pick out $10 worth each. Our favorites are Purple Rain, Ground Blooms and some fountain with the name Liberty.
Our friends, The Schmids, and the Missionaries came over on the 4th. We made tinfoil dinners in the firepit out back, roasted marshmallows and lite fireworks. As I handed one of the missionaries a sparkler he said, “It feels weird doing normal things.” Once we got the fireworks going and all those boys got together, you could just feel the testosterone. Blowing up things and boys…they just go together.
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It looks like so much fun! Happy 4th of July!
It was a blast! Literally! The tin foil dinners were to die for. Great idea!
This is the crazies thing…I was doing a search on Hagg Lake and your blog came up…talking about a race Rob had done there years ago. Now that I have my own blog, I get what this blogging world is all about. I’m happy I found you! You’ve been so good to keep in touch.
You spend more on fireworks than me. I let the kids each have on pack of sparklers….I agree with you about the money going up in smoke. I remember a year where we had buttery popcorn at your house and watched some out front. That was fun!
Hope you are all doing well.
Stacey Lake
I think you should have titled it “Boys of Summer” cuz isn’t that a song? Maybe once summer is over you can title one: “After the boys of summer have gone.”