The girls even were able to enjoy some wet fun with the "rigged" up sprinkler on the trampoline. You can barely see it...look behind the vine in the bottom right corner.
The girls and I had made an old fashioned jello drip cake and it was good, but we were so full from the hamburgers and fries that the chef cooked.
This is just the beginnings of the rounds of gunpowder we had in our hot little hands. It was a serious amount.
These are called MIGRAINES!
The twirlly whirls in the box (with the black propellers) were the favorites. There were also some screamers that I thought my ear drum had burst it was so loud.
Had to still have some sparklers.
There was just a burn or two... but we survived.
This is a roll of nothing but fire crackers. The guys unrolled it about four times and would let it blow up across the yard. It sure made Aaron do a dance. The last round burned and popped for a minute forty nine seconds. Whew, the smoke and noise.
I guess the fireworks and the smoke, fire and blasts get adrenalin pumpin' and testosterone flowin'!