Fourth of July ‘Splosions
I tend to treat the fact that I’ve been shot pretty lightly, even immediately after it happened John and I started goofing off about it.
But this time of year is always a bit tricky.
All of the fireworks of the Fourth of July always sound like muffled shotgun blasts to me.
I don’t think that it could be considered Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, I mean, it wasn’t that bad when it happened, but I still want to duck and cover when the booming starts.
Much like the guinea pig at Petco, who had a sign on his cage that said, “Loud Noises Scare Me”.
Yeah, little buddy, me too.