I know you're really excited about National Eat Ham Day or what ever bizarre holiday your bizarre family was celebrating with your 10 tons of fireworks tonight while I was trying to sleep, but c'mon, it was 10:15 pm. Time to pack it in.
I wouldn't mind so much if this wasn't a recurring theme. Every week.
It's fucking raining out. CHILL WITH THE GOD DAMNED FIREWORKS.
Next time, I'm calling the cops.
Love,
Stacie