I hate fireworks. They smell and my dogs and cats are in terrors from the noise. My friend Mike C. said he doesn't understand how people can afford to burn and blow up as much as they did last night. 99% of it is illegal in Michigan, too. Why didn't they just light a match to lots of Benjamin's and really see what was wasted. Guess they skip the mortgage next month instead.
So I am a poopy sport but I like quiet and fresh air. And those bottle rocket leftovers on my roof are NOT a good thing. At least they aren't pulling out the rifles in my town. Save that insanity for New Year's Eve.
The card I made the other day will be resubmitted. I found a charm for it but need to take a photo tomorrow. The tube called today, with Tiger, Roger, Tigers and ESPN keeping me company on my heating pad. This is also a sad night. I am saying goodbye to my favorite Detroit Piston. Rasheed Wallace always made basketball fun, even if he was pissing me off. My heart will never bleed green,tho. The Celtics are the enemy. Be happy Sheed. This homey is still red, white and blue. I guaran-sheed it.

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