It is like a war zone in my neighborhood. The Normandy landing or something. Goodness gracious - my neighbors are firing off MAJOR fireworks right over my house. People on all sides are shooting them off and there are literally dozens of loud booms every minute.
I am with Jonniker on fireworks. Have never liked them; never will. The big professional ones are at best mildly amusing to me, fine if I am going out with family or something.
The small dangerous personal kinds being handled by people who have been drinking all day in the sun bring me to the verge of a nervous breakdown. And now that I have The World's Most Sensitive Dog to be angry on behalf of, well I am just the bitchy spinster who keeps looking out the door with a cranky expression on her nasty face.