I swore last year would be my last year, but not drumming in the parade felt like saying, “That’s it. I’m done. You all go on without me. I’m just going to rest here until I die.” So I went. The weather was perfect, and it was fun. I looked for the Cold Case detectives, to see if they were working the parade, but I didn’t spot any. When I got home there was a call from a few of them. They were there! Oh well. Too bad. They look so cute in their uniforms. Okay. Turns out I’m not ready to lay down and die just yet.
I tried to get an action shot:
This is me and Ellen and Madeline afterwards. Jesus. I look like such a doofus. Oh right. I AM a doofus.