Every year it's on my street, so all I have to do is open up my front door & walk 50 feet & I'm there.
Cheeks couldn't believe it!
He thought it was just for him.
He kept looking out his bedroom window, yelling Ronnie! Ronnie! (He calls all clowns Ronnie, for Ronald McDonald....I think I may hit up Micky D's a bit too much.)
Anyway, they managed to resurrect Elvis:
He was actually really good & such a cheese ball.
I wonder where he got his belt. Do you think it would accent my hips too much?
Of course we know have a Jr. Fireman in the house:
Cheeks got to jump in all the inflatables (tired his tushie out!) & he got to go on the whip.
At first I don't think he was too found of it
He got into it really fast:
We said no & the lady said "Well my grandson couldn't make it, I already bought one, so I would like to give it to you"
How thankful were we!!!!!! Saved us $10!
What a RAK thing to do. Thank you nice couple.
So um, what did you do this weekend?