Even though I love the fireworks, they still kinda ruin my day because my sweetest little dog in the world gets so scared. She's liable to chatter her teeth to bits. Adding insult to injury, there's thunder in the distance and that's more than quite enough for her poor self even without all the celebratory hullabaloo. The other dog has spent the day barking, like he's challenging it to "come down here and say that!" adding noise and anxiety to a noisy, anxious day. The old one, even though she's nearly deaf, shivers because the others are so cranked up. I think it's over now. Everyone has settled down. Maybe the thunder won't seem so bad after all that...
I hate bad drivers too! My husband is the opposite of yours tho, bluebeariscool. I call him Mr. Poke-Along. He wants twenty percent off of everything, including the speed limit

We say about the people in our town that they are the sweetest folks, until you get them behind the wheel or in a voting booth. Then they're all just a bunch of crazy old meanies

They're either senile or drunk or they hate you or some combination thereof.