Fireworks Show
Saturday was a two star day 
I woke up earlier than usual, by a whole hour. Since I was to volunteer in the afternoon, this led to a need for a nap. Husband wanted to sleep in, so I was stuck with the kids, and by the time he got up, I truly needed a nap and a break from the crazy. I slept for an hour, but it felt a lot longer than that, and in fact the entire morning went very slow. When I got to the humane society, I oddly felt like I didn’t want to work. I was antsy and dreading sitting there just waiting for something to happen.
There was little going on for the staff members, so at least I got to hang out and watch them do the few things they did do. There was also a tiny, tiny kitten that was stepped on by a horse, but doing very well. He must have been only four weeks old or so, and super cute and sweet. He just wanted attention and to be as close to people as he could. A lot of the staff and other volunteers wandered in and out of my area to see this kitten, and broke up the boredom. I also had a surrender that took about an hour, so that helped with it too. I left ten minutes early, after 1 ½ hours of no activity. We also had plans for the evening, so I wanted to get home to change.
My husband’s uncle is part of a professional pyrotechnic group who put on an annual show. Another one of Husband’s uncles is in a band that would be the entertainment between dinner and fireworks. The in-laws came into town for this, and my sister and niece came along. MIL stayed home with Monster since he wouldn’t get much out of it, and would probably cry and not be able to stand the noise. We all wore earplugs, and the fireworks were super loud. About five hundred people showed up for the show, and I had a good time, I didn’t get stressed out. In most cases I would get nervous and stressed about all of this; I had a couple beers, so that probably helped.
We got a ticket for idling in a handicapped parking space on the way home. I needed to use the restroom badly, so we pulled into a gas station quickly and I ran out. A cop showed up and gave the ticket. There was no warning, we were not parked, and it was probably less than 90 seconds before the cop started walking to the van. This made for an awkward ride home; especially I was being blamed for it since I left the side door open. According to Husband, if I had closed the door, he would have moved the van. The thing is, we have automatic doors, and he could have pushed the little button from the driver’s seat just as easily. After we got home, I was apologized to, but Husband was still upset and stressed about the whole thing. What makes it worse, we don’t even know how much the fine is, the cop didn’t know, but thought he was doing us a favor by doing it by a city ordinance instead of a state. He was expecting a “thank you” or “good night” but he didn’t get it.
