Happy 4th of July

To my readers here in the States, have a happy and SAFE 4th of July. Remember those who fought and sacrificed so that we now enjoy the freedoms that come with living in this great country. If you feel the need to set off fireworks, keep two things in mind: Military veterans with PTSD and our pets. If you want to see skyrockets, go to an organized display. And trust me, you really don’t need to set off firecrackers to be cool.

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About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of two award-winning series--Moonstruck and The Penumbra Papers, Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Happy 4th of July

  1. I hope you had an awesome Independence Day yesterday!

    Hubs woke up at 1am and they were still shooting off fireworks around here somewhere. :shrug: They started shooting them off right after we went to bed. I turned to Hubs and said ‘Thunder’, and we both went to sleep. Kira has also learned to ignore the banging and the booming. Then again, she ignores most everything in her old age.

    • Silver James says:

      Bless Kira and good on hubs. LG was awakened at 3:00 to what he at first thought was WWIII. Evidently, there are “compact” fireworks that come in a box. It contains like a string of firecrackers, whiz bangs, whistle rockets, fountains, and maybe Roman candles. The damn thing was lit off in the street at the end of our front walk. He was out on the porch with one of the pistols but the miscreants had run off. Jake, Boone, the cats and I all slept through it. (He’d fallen asleep on the couch in the family room, which faces the street so there’s that.) Anyway, we’re still getting some popped off every night. I’d like to go hunt them down. Three houses burned in the metro area, all attributed to fireworks. Better than New Year’s when certain elements go out and shoot their guns into the air. 🤬

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