Today, Robert came home from work and immediately said we should walk downtown because Main Street was closed and clearly something was up.
Look, Robert! It's a parade! I LOVE parades!
Christmas time is here!
Nothing says Christmas like Shriners in kilts. Am I right or am I right?
Look out behind you! There are uni-cyclists! And kilted Shriners! And spats!
The very best part of any parade or high school sporting event: The marching band. Notably the drum section. Nothing is better. Except for maybe those kooky feathered hats. And spats. Spats are better. But that's it.