Yankee

If you follow me on Twitter, you might know that last night at about 9:00, there were some minor explosions occurring in my neck of the woods. More precisely, my next door neighbor's 14 year old son and his friend were shooting off bottle rockets. Also at this exact moment, Jeremiah was trying to fall asleep.

I tweeted: "I've got kids next door shooting off bottle rockets. It's 9pm. Should I be 'that neighbor'?"
My Southern friend texted me: "YES!!!!!!! OWN those kids!! Take one for the North, man.
My super nice sister wrote: No don't be that neighbor. Remember when you were that age?
I tweeted once more: I'm about to go Yankee on these kids, lol. More like mwahahahaha lol.

I took both of their advice and immediately jolted to the garage to dig through one of my storage bins; you know, the one with bottle rockets in it?


I grabbed a pack of 12, my wind-proof lighter, and quietly sneaked outside. By the time my wife came outside, I had fired about 8 of those rockets over the fence and into the sky. It was awesome, but somewhat disappointing.

To be honest, deep down I was hoping they would fire some rockets back at me. It would have been a Civil War reenactment, except afterward I was planning to share Jesus with them. Unfortunately they had already gone inside by the time I was firing back.

Next time... :)