Anyway...it's Guy Fawkes day on the 5th, and the neighbours are already firing off the fireworks. Actual 'explodey in the sky' ones, not the tiny little cones my father used to purchase for my brothers for them to set off in the woods in our backyard mostly aimed at birds or trees or the house or each other (HOLY CRAP how country bumpkin do I SOUND in this entry?!?). And instead of screaming, I flailed a little and then went to stand at the window with Alison to watch them.
And the house didn't burn down
So maybe I can get through this stupid day without having a heart attack.