So I’m sitting here working on a story (which is due in by midnight) and I hear this hollow, distant boom from outside. Weird. Sounds like a fireworks type rocket going off, but there’s only one, so I figure it must be a car backfiring or something. About ten minutes later there’s another one. Then a few minutes after that, another one.
Then a few minutes ago it sounded like Fourth of July outside and I’m all o_O because it’s NOT Fourth of July. :/ I go call downstairs to Jim, “Did Groundhog Day become a fireworks holiday when I wasn’t listening?” Because this is seriously weird, like, Twilight Zone type weird.
Jim calls back, “It’s the Superbowl. Seattle probably won.”
Can you tell I’m not any kind of a football fan? I vaguely remember hearing that Seattle was playing, but giving no damns, I let it slip out of my head. I guess the city fathers care more than I do, if they spent the money on a fireworks show. [wry smile]
I suppose my city winning the Superbowl is somewhat more likely than my city deciding to set off fireworks for Groundhog Day.
Angie, going back to writing