fire works (anything really cool or loud) are illegal where we live.
My Man bought some sparklers and some PopPops for our 11 year old.
I found out after
the 4th of July, that on his way home from working with the Lakota Nation in South Dakota last week he could have gotten me a brick of Lady Fingers, but he didn't. POUT. I like things that go BOOM. The last time he bought me fireworks, I saved one package and used them in the street when Obama won the election.
His excuse? "We were making good time and we didn't want to stop." What IS it with men and "making good time" when they go somewhere? Eighteen hours in the truck, and he couldn't have stopped?
But, our neighborhood was like a War Zone. We live in an unincorporated area, and cops are not seen often. I felt like I was in Beirut or something for a while there.