We had the best plans. Since our theme for the fundraiser this year is a military theme (Battling Cancer) we ordered camouflage shirts so we'd all match. Then we arranged for a military truck (a HUGE one) to accompany us down the parade route. We wrangled about 25 walkers, had banners ready to go, had signs.
Then on the morning of the parade we realized that the t shirts still hadn't arrived. And the owner of the military truck called and said the brakes went out and he almost got in an accident.
NO shirts. NO truck. Just us, with our mis-matched outfits and a lot of disappointment. So we pulled it together and marched in the parade. I was handed a plastic megaphone (which only made me wish for the REAL megaphone I had at home) and I was asked to be a cheerleader. So I did. For a mile I screamed into this plastic cone, getting both our walkers to chant and the people on the curbs who watched us walk by. A friend snapped a photo of me:
