bore me to tears

Nicest Husband usually does this for me each year; but, this year, he’s traveling.  This means that, tomorrow, *I* will have to step up to the plate and take Sweet Pea to our annual 4th of July parade.  Not only am I a total stick-in-the-mud when it comes to parades; last year, the local evangelicals were out in force, approaching my (10-year-old) daughter with event invitations – and candy!  – every time my husband’s head was turned.  After hearing about it when they returned home, I even shot off a short post, God Bless the 4th of July!, which included pictures of all the crap treats that my daughter received.  In other words, Not. Looking. Forward. To. Tomorrow.  Wish me luck?  …Or, given my feelings about people who engage in what I call, “Have you seen my puppy evangelism?,” maybe you’d like to wish *them* luck  ;)