Jul. 3rd, 2002

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So the barrage starts last night at 12:01, mainly wistling rockets, and later these new things they have that sound like cats being launched (unsuccessfully) into space - "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" But it's no worse than the vibrating rap music cars we normally get in the wee hours, so I fall asleep eventually.

Until.

"Ann?" Oh Christ, it's 3:00 a.m. "Come look at something."

"What?"

"I heard something."

All righty. I pad after her into the backyard. She's got her little Coleman lantern, which I hope is doing a good job of illuminating my face, since she insists of pointing the damn thing at me and blinding me. "What did you hear?"

"I thought it was rain, but it's not raining. Then it sounded like somebody was cutting the scr--" "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"

Like that you mean?

"There! Did you hear that?"

"It's fireworks."

"Are you sure?"

"They went on sale at midnight. They've been going off all night."

"Well, I hadn't heard any!"

I refrain from punching her in the face. That lantern looks kind of heavy. Instead, in my best John Hillerman, "I'm going to bed."

Five minutes later: "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" Sound of footsteps. There's a creak and a presence in the doorway.

I don't even open my eyes. "It's. Fireworks."

"Are you sure?"

"It's. Fireworks."

"...Okay."

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!"
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Went home for lunch. I said, "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW--POP!POP!POP!" to Mom on the way out the door, and she hit me in the head.
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Bilbo has behaved unbelievably well today. We tried to play Scrabble, but none of the Whorehouse sets come in an alphabet that both of us can read. He's finally conked out underneath my desk. I showed him the hammock in the storeroom, but while he thought it made a fine swing, he seems to prefer kipping on the floor. Or it's his abandonment issues.

(Note to self: make serious effort to play Scrabble with Merin at some point.)

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