It is either feast or famine as far as posts go around here, isn't it? Someday, in the near or not so near future, I'll post about the week we spent in Provo dropping Summer off at BYU, the week and a half we had cousins staying with us, and the long weekend we spent at Stan's family reunion, but first, I wanted to show what we did when most of us (we miss you, Summer!) finally got home. It was the 4th of July. Stan took the kids up on the roof to watch the municipal fireworks from a distance and then we had our own little show at the dining room table.
Pyromania, anyone?
We started off with orange peel fireworks...
Pyromania, anyone?
We started off with orange peel fireworks...
...which progressed to seeing what lighting a whole orange on fire would look like...
...and ended up being really crazy when we lit ourselves on fire.
Speaking of Summer, I talked to her on the phone on her 18th birthday and she told me that she and her roommate just had fun lighting their hands on fire and then she added, "and you can't do anything about it!"She's right, she is an adult now and so we figured, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!
4 comments:
That is too funny. I suppose if the worst thing she is doing is lighting her hands on fire... you don't have much to worry about lol!
Yep, that's right :)
That's crazy! So tell me the trick of lighting the hands on fire without getting burned!
Do you really want to know ;)
Dip them in alcohol, light them with a match and - VERY IMPORTANT - have a bucket of water handy to dunk them in when it starts to hurt!
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