Don’t snow on my parade
Last year it rained on my parade. This year it snowed.
Just a little more than a week past Thanksgiving, and we had fat snowflakes, sleet and freezing rain at the Apex Christmas Parade. There were about 20 people on our float and after waiting two hours in the lineup, we were soaking wet and freezing.
About an hour before the parade started we realized someone had locked the keys in the truck. Panic. There was a crack in the side window where the Tiger had run wiring and damn if he didn’t find a stick from the woods, slide it through the crack, and pop open the door. Like McGyver that one is.
It was either sing or lapse into moaning and complaining. Kind of like laughing when you want to cry, I guess.
Afterwards we peeled off our clothes (not all together mind you!) and convened at the house for food (catered) and drink (alcoholic). Tyler sat on the heating vent for a good 20 minutes.