Time to sleep.
As I've said before, Independence Day equates to amateurs with deadly projectiles. And yes, this makes me very, very nervous. With the threat of damage to my person, my house or my loved ones, I'm not really a fan of fireworks. To top it off I'm not partial to the sound of fireworks either. The pops and showers make me flinch while my heart gallops away like a panicked animal. I'm just not cut out for this kind of entertainment. As it is, I'm hoping everyone survived their celebrations of freedom. Now I would like to calmly ask the neighbors to please stop lighting off the M88's now? It's frakking 3am!
As I type this I find myself almost laughing. I'm already freaked out about the fireworks and suddenly the BITB's alarm goes off behind me. I nearly jump out of my skin! What makes me laugh is that it goes off for 13 minutes before he wakes up enough to turn it off. Not 30 seconds after that, his electric birds croak out the hour. Again, that moment of panic. Then the M88's start up again. You'd think I'd have had a heart attack by now, but I looked over at my cat who is patiently glaring at the BITB as he walks out of his room. As if all the noise was his fault. It was too funny. So I laughed rather than have a heart attack. Finis