This page had way too many little details; drove me nuts.
I’m going to attempt to end every page of this story with a mild joke. Humor is not my strong point, so expect nothing brilliant, but I’m trying to overcome my weaknesses by working on them. Good luck to me. :]
If there isn’t humor, it’ll end on drama. Or melodrama, as you will.
Once I fell over backward with my bass drum. It was just at practice though and I didn’t take anyone with me.
Ouch! So glad it wasn’t during a performance.
I dropped my flag a few times on the field during tosses, but, hey, it was windy!
Some genius had the flags wearing “boob tubes” once. One poor girl bent down to exchange flags and her top didn’t come up with her. It makes me wonder: as a parent, I’d have objections to that costume. I wonder what I’d do.
Oh, gah, that poor girl.
I’m going to be an obnoxious parent. If my girl can’t wear a properly supportive bra (I’m busty, so it’s important to me), or if wardrobe malfunctions are at all a possibility, I’m going to raise a stink. Since I sew, I can also volunteer to make sure there aren’t wardrobe malfunctions.