I was all snuggled in my bed this morning, flyboy had begun the process at 4:40 of hitting the snooze, that irritates me. A lot. But then at 5:30 I heard something else that actually made me open both eyes. A very odd sound for that time of morning. I asked flyboy what it sounded like.
His reply, a mortar attack.
I think he was being funny, but seldom am I amused at 5:30.
One look out the window confirmed what I thought. Fireworks. AT 5:30 AM.
Today is the first day of school up here so perhaps a parent was just over excited but really... fireworks? I have memories of my mom getting us a new outfit, maybe making us a special breakfast, taking our pictures, but never, ever, ever did she set off fireworks.
Perhaps this parent was premature. Maybe my mom set them off when we had left the house.
Whatever it is its strange. I'm hoping this isn't a daily occurrence. The combo of the snooze and the fireworks might ruin any hope I have for peaceful morning bliss.
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