Up, up, and away

Last night was exhausting.

My husband somehow convinced me that we should enter a float in a parade our subdivision was hosting at the very, very last minute for no other reason than to have a float in the subdivision parade so we somehow pulled a flatbed trailer out of our hats and drove it down to the parade.

For some reason it didn't occur to us ahead-of-time that we would want to do anything like decorate the float so when we pulled up with our little red trailer I had this light-bulb moment that it would look so much better if it had a bow on it.  

Unfortunately, the parade was starting within 30 minutes and the crowd was already gathered and the streets were already lined. Fortunately, I could fly so I zipped right over the crowd as my neighbors pointed and oohed and ahhed and I called down arrogantly, "That's right.  I can fly.  Bam."  

I didn't hit anything, I just said Bam for dramatic effect.


So I fly home and head up into the attic where we've previously discussed my Christmas Decorations are kept and I dug trough the decorations for the perfect material to make red and green bows for the sides of the trailer.  After I found it, I flew back to the trailer as adorned it with the bows.

It wasn't just a trailer now, it was a fancy trailer because it had bows.

The parade soon started and we drove our fancy trailer through the subdivision and the neighbors all oohed and ahhed at how fancy it was, but I knew deep inside that they were also oohing and ahhing at the fact that I could fly, too.

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Ashley Harris Wife & Mom

Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.

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