I am always in bed by 10:30. Every year I have to go out and act like a grumpy old man and tell the knuckle head children a few doors down to stop shooting fireworks.
Almost got in a fist fight with their dad a few years ago when I found several bottle rockets on my roof in a pile of dead leaves and pine needles. He did not understand that it could have set my house on fire with us in it. I left before I wrecked him. Now I video them doing it and call the police. I think they got a citation last year. $250 fine.

Anyway, we will probably watch a movie, I will drink some good scotch then perhaps Jippy will get lucky and be asleep by 11:30.

Ya'll have big plans? Parties? Traditions?