At the festivities after our neighborhood July 4th Parade, I was challenged to a sack race by my son, and my friend Judy kindly recorded my shame for posterity....
Notice that I am slightly larger than the competition.
Oh, yeah. Feeling confident....
I'm ahead, I'm ahead!
Teenyweenies, I leave you in my dust! HAH!
Hold on a second. I just had...to....catch....my.........breath....
Watch out, kid, I'm coming from behind. You are no match for me AND MY HAIR!
At the finish line! Yeah! The last time I looked so radiant in a Gunne Sack was at my high school prom circa 1978. (I know, it's a different spelling, but go with it, m'kay! I'm trying to be clever, here.)
A Pair of Watermelon Salads
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