There is something in me
that, since I don’t drink, makes me enjoy the thought of waking up at four ayem and lighting off BIG fireworks in my neighborhood. After all, the neighbors were all drinking it up and having a good time last night with the boomers, keeping MY ass awake.
But I won’t. I’m happy the feel they can celebrate, and I’m happy that they do. And one night a year the dog going nuts isn’t that big a deal.
Still, the idea of letting the neighbors have a little of their own while in the throes of a serious hangover does make me grin.
Wow. That is EXACTLY what I was thinking about last night…how fun it would be to start setting off some aerial bombs around BMNT this ayem.
roflmao. Welcome to the old crank club, ma brotha. Lemmon and Matthau have nothing on us.
Last night I just assumed I wouldn’t get any sleep. It’s the forth and you’re launching a big sparkly middle finger to the nanny state. Fair ’nuff.
But if I have to deal with a dog trying to burrow under my pillow tonight I will be sorely pressed not to return fire.
BGM
I would have… Was TRULY tempted to empty the shot out of a couple of 12Ga and let them go about 0400 myself…
I was so knackered from tiling the basement (not a euphemism) that I was racked out at 2100 hours. Didn’t hear a thing.
When I was in Hah Skrool, (early 60’s) our next door idiot had a dog that barked all damn night, every damn night so I almost never got a full night’s sleep.
UNTIL……
My insane (favorite) Uncle bought me a used 45 rpm record player and two 45’s of animals in mortal distress so I could learn to mimic them for varming hunting. I set that record player in my window with the sound fairly low and put it on auto play. It played the first two thirds of one of the recordings of rabbits squealing in the throes of death and a gopher doing the same. That rotten dog barked itself mute and charged the wire fence all day until it had jerked most of it’s own teeth out trying to get at those phantom critters. The idiot next door, being half deaf and nearly terminally stupid never figured it out. My Dad nearly wet himself laughing when I told him what I’d done. It was quiet in the night after that.
Gerry N.