There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.
Home is where my husband and I reside; wherever that may be.

Monday, May 28, 2012

What's a guy to do?

Well we packed his lunch and stroller and drove up to town to see his daddy march in the parade.  We stood in the rain while they fired the 21 gun salute.  He shivered while it rained and then the thunder and lightning started.  Then the word was passed along the street, the parade was cancelled.  Just like that.  You cannot have a parade with that much electricity in the air.  So we packed up his lunch and his stroller and drove back home.  I guess it wasn't a good day to watch his daddy marching in the parade.  Maybe next year.

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