I stood and sat out at our spot tonight for two parades. The little guy got cold and cranky, as it was pretty chilly out and we were out there all the way up to his bedtime. So, sad to say, I missed the Muses parade.
Dan went in my stead, and came home with, among other stuff, a coozie sporting the emblem of a new group - the Krewe of the Rolling Elvi (not Elvises, as in Honeymoon in Vegas, but Elvi).
Best. Throw. Ever.
And I didn't get it with my own grubby lil' hands. Crud.