It's Mule Day ya'll!

We were in C-town at the crack of dawn on Saturday. My hair (and Riley's)...yes I do that on occasion... had not been flat ironed, I had not been caffeinated and the kids had not eaten when we arrived. Thanks to the Jones' hospitality we took care of most of that and headed down to the big ole' pancake breakfast. It was a first for us. Actually, the whole day was a first for us. Jeremy normally rides in the parade but didn't this year. After the pancakes we parked it on the grass and waited for the parade of the mules! Friends, Houston and McKennon

Check out those J*hn Deere boots!

Riley and I were kind of matching with denim dresses and boots. I wonder how long she will play along? I think that Endsley looks like Jeremy in this picture and I never think that.

"Misskennon", as Riley calls her, passed out on Leigh.

I told Brent I would post this for Ann. I mean, really...you know you want one!

This was the first of the shoulder rides for Brent. Houston followed and I think his shoulders were screaming shortly after.

The Grand Marshall was Miss Naomi. The woman looks phenomenal for her age. Really.

Waving at the people in the parade.

I just had to post this. There was actually a girl posed as Daisy on the General Lee. The best part about this was that the guy in the passenger seat would reach up and grab her hand so that she could hold on while they white smoked it. All the while she maintained that perfect pose. It was definitely a highlight for me.

Clapping for the mules. She kept saying that she wanted to ride one.

Pop Pop owns a funeral home and has something for the Harley lovers. Want to ride to the grave in style? Well, here's the ride for you! Nonna spotted this gem on the T*day show and the rest is history.

Pop Pop and his peeps

We may have to make an appearance in this next year. Poor Ron was all by himself with the grandkids.

I love the sense of community and the tradition of this day.