MD and I have been lucky, we ended up with great neighbors. We live in a rather large subdivision, and constantly we hear about little arguments and feuds between neighbors on other streets. But not on our street, we all get along, and I absolutely love my street.
The kids had an absolute blast.
Of course Devin had to pull a Devin. He lit something, and flipped over in a neighbor's yard, he grabbed it thinking that it was a smoke bomb and not wanting to kill the grass. As he strolled out of the yard and across the street the damn thing blew up, and yes it was still in his hand! I just stood there, dropped mouth, and counted fingers. That boy has a frigging angel I tell ya, and they are doing overtime with him. Definitely earning their wings!
We had great company and good food. What more could anyone ask for?
"The Last Dance"