Now if we went to a fireworks show like this, I would be more excited.
But alas, we don’t.
The kind of fireworks show we see is more like this:
Since Kevin’s parents sold their house and moved into an RV full time, and we used to go to their house to shoot off the fireworks we bought at their house, we no longer make the effort. Now, we mooch off the country club’s fireworks show about a mile from our house.
It’s nice, don’t get me wrong. And it’s free, so there’s that, but honestly, it’s not that big of a deal.
Blake, our oldest son, loves the 4th of July. In fact, it might be his favorite holiday. He loves the “splosions”, as he used to call them when he was a little boy.
However, poor Blake has to work on 4th of July for the first time, ever. He works from 3:00 PM to midnight. He used to work for Kevin as a bookkeeper, but Kevin “fired” him, in essence, (don’t feel too sorry for him, it had to be done for a number of reasons) and now he works at Walmart as a stocker. (Again, don’t feel too sorry for him, his starting pay is nearly what he made when he worked for Kevin. Walmart is actually a great place to work. Shelve your preconceived notions, please).
To say he’s bummed out is an understatement. He won’t be joining me, Kevin, Brandon and LeRoy to watch the country club’s mediocre fireworks display. I feel so bad for him but honestly, this is real life. It sucks to be an adult sometimes.
This is one of those times.
Happy 4th of July everyone! God bless America!