We had awesome weather for the parade last weekend. L to R: Joyce, her sister Jean, with daughter Jackie and husband John. 
We were located at a kind of bottleneck for the parade, so the bands often had to stop and we got to hear them play an entire song. John is a long time friend, so we sat there making fun of the parade. We were joking about how the kids were behaving, and we got an idea for a "Toddler Obedience School", where we'd get Gunnery Sargeant Hartman from "Full Metal Jacket" to discipline the children. We imagined him standing with his hand out in front of him, yelling "Now lean forward and choke yourself!" to a little 3 year-old. Of course we were laughing like maniacs.
Fortunately, the wind was light, so all the children watching weren't traumatized. I've worn a kilt once before, and I developed a real understanding of what the gals go through daily while wearing skirts. One little gust, and everyone sees your "twig and berries" (as Austin Powers would say). I guess that's why they call it a "stiff" breeze!
LOL! ROFL!!! WTF!!!!! OMG!!!!!11!!1!ELEVEN!1!!1!!!...
...I'm just too funny sometimes.
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Yeah, St. Pat's Day is on Friday, but all the other towns have parades that day, and all we'd end up with is a drunk pulling a keg on a wagon. This way, we get marching bands.
Smart, huh?
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