re: #159 wrenchwench

Our Fourth of July parade was on the third this year. It was filled with all kinds of law enforcement, fire trucks, tractors, horses, veterans, politicians, and pickup truck loads of the summer league softball teams. As always, the parade moved in fits and starts, and some of the softball teams were paused in front of my store for about 15 minutes. It was plenty of time for the various pickup loads to get into a water fight. The boys’ teams were prepared with Super Soakers, and what looked like planned tactics. The girls had to improvise with bottles of COLD water from their ice chests, and deviousness. Spectators enjoyed the overspray.

I think they’re saving the fireworks for tomorrow.

We had our parade today also. The usual assortment of drum core, hoola-hooping hussies, politicians, neighboring churches, bands on flat beds, The WWW (no, not the wrestlers), LGBT groups, Lawn Chair Brigade and even a solo float of a burned Butter Jesus. Sweet Butter Jesus, resurrected on the 4th of July.

We died our hair: six year old went with Shocking Pink, 12 year old Raven Black, and my short shock of white and silver went Electric Midnight Blue. With the white Sean Connery stubble, it looks pretty great.

Freaks galore.

That and the YMCA lifeguard with the nipple hardware brings hope to this heart.