Time for the small town parade again!
Since our town is a 'dry town' and chock full of fundamental Baptists...
I thought it only fitting to do a Cowpokes, Saloon and card-playing float.
Because I'm feisty like that.
The good Lord gave us good things to enjoy, offering Himself up to us in remembrance and as a means of grace through wine, after all.
We invited some of our favorite cowpokes from another hill to join us this year.
The parade is to benefit the Firemen and local Fire Company so there were plenty of fire trucks on display. But only ONE float.
A-hem. That'd be us.
We chose the simplest theme that required the least amount of work and the most amount of junk we all had lying around to make this years' float the most low-key and relaxing of all.
But the end result was pretty great, ifIdosaysomyself.
We even made it into the paper
(Which, sadly, I was never able to get a hard copy of.)
Here's the pictures corralled into a post for ya...
see what I did there?
A buncha sinners playing UNO
Looks like a little saloon girl might be allergic to the hay.
At least she is polite about it.
I tried to make sure to get a picture of everyone all decked out...but turns out this is the best there is of Adele.
A very impressive prairie bun. I'll give her that!
Planning on this picture being on a wedding slideshow someday. ;-)
The best parade-floater of the bunch.
Skylark waved and shouted long, cowboy drawls of welcome the entire way through town.
The cool kids camped out the night before on the trampoline.
What a tease!
Seriously- I can't get over this face:
Skeeter was pretty upset that he wasn't included in the parade since horses, after all, are an essential part of cowpoking.
We let him pretend, for a minute, that he was
a *real* horse. That seemed to appease him. Or maybe it was just the weight of the saddle... he realized it ain't all it is cracked up to be. ;-)
And one last hot-doggie, for good measure...