I know, I know, many of you come from towns that are hundreds and hundreds of years old but, hey, it’s a milestone nonetheless.
We dragged ourselves out of bed at 5:30am to see the birthday balloons… pretty, yes? I think I might have some like this on my next birthday.
I should have taken a photo of some of the many MANY dogs people dragged along. I can’t understand why they do it. A lot of dogs are completely freaked by balloons. I know if I took mine they would be in my lap (they are not small) or up a tree. Or even worse, latched on to some kiddies arm. I would be stressed, expecting them to take a big revolting nervous dump on the grass that I would be forced to pick up. Sorry dogs, (not sorry), you can stay at home.