(Sometimes I wonder if it is a fundamental fault of ours.)
We live close enough to Washington, DC, to take advantage of the city semi-regularly. However, we live just far enough away from it to make it a pain in the ass to get to. When my work put out an all call memo a few weeks ago asking for volunteers to walk with our float in the DC Forth of July parade, I submitted my name. I never expected to be selected.
This was our day:
9:30 am: Start the trek to Washington, DC
|inflatable Uncle Sam?|
11:45 am: Walk in parade
|I love the Where's Waldo quality of the picture. |
Can you find my family?
|Watching the parade march past.|
My favorite? The gay cowboys.
3:30 pm: Give the nap one more try
9:00 pm: It never does rain more than a pleasant drizzle and over-tired meltdowns are kept to a minimum with a constant stream of ice cream, angel food cake and strawberries
|The spectacular view from our hillside perch|