Remember my trip to Chicago?
My reason for dragging Gracie half way across the country that ended in feverish, hacking failure?
All I have to say is: Son Of A $!#%*!
Look at what Matt just forwarded me. The parade is no more.
I guess I really can't blame them. Getting to Western Ave. that day is like showing up for the Obama Inauguration. We needed to be on the road by 8am for a 12pm start. They don't even broach the subject of all the drunks either.
Still - that sound? It is of my heart breaking.