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I looked out our driveway--the proximity of widows on 3 sides--and thought, "I don't think we'll have any baton twirling opportunities..." (Which is just a sad thought no matter when it strikes!) But then my sister saved the day: "Wait," she asked, "don't you live near a big football field?" At which point, ladies & gentlemen, a dream was born!
So if you're wandering through Cambridge Saturday morning and see police apprehending two bespangled women and a small child wielding shiny flying weapons, give a wave...you'll have found us!
4 comments:
I LOVE parades and our family never missed a one. My son's favorite part was the street sweeper who brought up the rear.
After college, on his way to a fabulous job, he found himself sweeping streets. He lived in San Diego & has a horrible sense of direction. Everytime he came upon a WELCOME TO MEXICO sign, he knew he had to turn around. And people think God doesn't have a sense of humor.
Enjoy your day. May your streets be sweeped!
love. it.
CUTE!
This iss awesome
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