My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

If you know anything about our family, you know how into horses and cowboys we are.  We even have matching chaps and spurs that we wear when we go out every second Saturday of the month.  So it should come as no surprise that when the Fort Worth Stock Show kicked off their event with a parade, we were there.

The parade was good...for the first hour.  Then we all slowly started to melt down.  Caroline was first, then Jack, then me, then Lynsi (she's a rock).  I looked down the road and didn't see the end in sight.  Just a sea of horses and wagons and cowboy hats, oh my.  It wouldn't have been a big deal but we were on one side of the road and our car was on the other and there weren't many breaks in the procession of every horse, donkey, and cow-drawn-carriage in North Texas, so we couldn't cross the street.  

We ended up watching the parade from inside Jamba Juice, the only place that sold food in the vicinity.  We had smoothies, organic chips, one tasteless muffin and two free samples of oatmeal.  That's the lunch of true cowboys.

After nearly two hours, in a bold desperate move, we darted across the street in between a second-rate high school marching band playing My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys and a group of Mexican Vaqueros wearing matching sombreros, and headed for the mini-van.