Our cats don't care about the fireworks, but they are both concerned about our big standard poodle, who is PETRIFIED. They have followed him around and licked his head and rubbed on him in an effort to make him feel better. Very sweet.

Fireworks here start at 9:00, at least that's what I'm told. Noah and Grace just woke from a super long afternoon nap in anticipation of tonight's revels. However, we are now late and I thought I could swing by ND and Pix's place, but find we can't as we are now late.

No worries! I understand that the small humans make plans tentative at best. We missed you of course, but I'm sure we'll see you soon.

We had a great day. Many friends and way too much food (seriously, people, come eat food at my house) made for a very relaxing, happy night. We are so lucky to have such a close urban family.

That said, I am very sad to have to take megan walker to the airport tomorrow. She isn't allowed to go home yet, dammit.

My town cancelled fireworks due to budget issues. I didn't feel like driving to another town to see them, especially since I planned to be in bed by 9:30. There were plenty of local explosion enthusiasts to take up the slack, though. Leifur was very curious about all the commotion. I'm glad I'm deaf in one ear, so I could block out most of the noise when I went to bed.

Woodman's in Essex, or Clam Box in Ipswich?

Pfft! Evelyn's in Tiverton, RI.

The fireworks last night were beautiful. I'm not so into the crowd (and I miss our previous show place which was at South Pasadena High because it's just plain bigger). It was so crowded. I mean ridiculously. But we had a great spot (on the rubberized ground of a play structure and few people were walking past us.

Some of the fireworks exploded super low and I was worried that they were all going to go off at the same time. Thankfully, that did not happen.

Grace, who has never seen them before, LOVED them. Giggled the whole time.

oh FUCK. The AC maintenance guy was just here, and he flirted heavily with me the whole time. I mean this was past flirting. He stroked my cheek and put his hand on my waist! He held my hand! He called me a hot babe! HE CROWDED MY PERSONAL SPACE. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I was flirting back a little at first until I realized he was taking it all way too seriously, but he didn't back off when I did, and now dammit he has my phone number because it's on the work order and he's still sitting in the damn driveway. And apparently everything single goddam thing I say is somehow a sexual innuendo! I AM EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE NOW. I mean, I thought he was a nice guy and it would be okay if he asked me out and then he turned into A DIRTY OLD MAN. I'm standing there with the DOOR OPEN and he's asking me if I really want him to leave! FUCKING HELL. He's STILL in the fucking driveway. What, is he wanking off out there? GO AWAY.

If he uses your phone number from the work order, report him to his boss. Assuming, of course, that it's not his company.

So creepy! Maybe report him anyway. That's totally inappropriate.

I just got a phone call from a local number. I didn't answer. It was probably him.

He asked if he had my phone number and I said yes it should be on the work order, stupidly, thinking he needed to write it on the invoice or something. He can truthfully say I told him he had my number.

FUCK. I don't want to deal with this! This makes me very nervous.

Give it ten more minutes, and then maybe call the company and explain what's happening? It's completely inappropriate, and they should know he behaved that way.