I want.
I tell ya...what a day.
That parade was, I'm sorry...the Parade from Hell.
You know I was almost dead sick yesterday...but I woke up feeling rested and pretty good...the weather was clear and nice, I figured I could manage a stroll for a mile tossing occasional handfuls of candy at the little children.
Well, when we got there, (just me and the jedis), we were told that you couldn't toss the candy, you had to put the candy in the kid's treat buckets. What??? Then, suddenly the VWs took off and I found myself RUNNING down the road, hauling a full wagon of candy and ultimately both jedis! They finally got out and started putting the candy in the kid's buckets, Matthew and I took turns pulling the wagon while the other passed out candy. It took all we had, we literally ran most the way, trying to keep up with the VWs. If we slowed down, parade managers yelled "Hurry up!!!" If we stopped, literally mobs of kids would descend on us IN THE STREET, digging in with their own hands into our wagon, grabbing great handfuls of candy IN BETWEEN the VWs!
By the time we got to the end, I could hardly breath, but both boys were sure troopers...they helped me a great deal and we managed to keep up. I felt bad...I'd told them was gonna be fun, but it was actually grueling work. They worked hard, never complained, I'm pretty proud.
I, however, have also completely lost my voice.