Fireworks.
Saige HATES them. We were all at the park getting ready for the BIG show. Then swish, BOOM! She freaks OUT! Comes running for me and dives in my lap. So the rest of the time I am holding her head against my chest and the other hand against her ear. She is looking at me like I'm putting her through torture at Alcatraz.

We went to the lake this weekend. Yep more fuckin fireworks. I had to take her for a drive to put her to sleep every night and then judge when the damn things were goin to go off and run like a mad woman to the camper, to get her safely inside.
I hate fireworks too.

My hubby and his brother and the other goons we were down there with, decided to shoot off more fireworks one night. It was going fine til Micah tried to take out my cousin's $20,000 poontoon, and then thier camper. So he was done. Then Steve shoots one off and it goes up, hits a tree and explodes right by us. Showers of hot shit coming down. By gas tanks. Yip-flippin-yee. So I tell them to stop. We are just not meant to shoot off fireworks right now.
nope. they continue. dumbasses.
I'm not sure which one set the next one off. But it goes up comes down fast and lands on the neighbors roof. We are waiting in silence. Yep it goes the fuck off and then the roof starts smoking.
We done yet!?
Did I mention that I now hate fireworks?