If your men are like my men, there is something about the 4th of July and the need to blow stuff up that drives them to do crazy things!
After a nice leisurely ride in the country last week, we were sitting around our friends house on the 4th, enjoying the afternoon. The burgers and brats were on the grill and the lit punks were busy igniting fuses on every kind of firework you can imagine.
The neighbors were getting ready to leave for the city's fireworks display and "the Mrs." made the mistake of telling my friend (her neighbor) that it would be perfectly fine to blow up a Santa that had graced the top of their house for 2 years. Apparently she hated it but her husband had a running bet with someone on how long he would leave it attached to the roof.
So, without missing a beat - Dayl grabbed his ladder and climbed to the top of their house and pulled the old boy down (notice the stogie the poor fella is chewing on)!
One pass with the punk and this was all that was left ... I bet that Styrofoam blew 50 feet in the air! What can you say about boys and gunpowder? It's a deadly combination!