The Family *roll

Eleanor, Daniel and I marched with Carleton in the Twin Cities Gay Pride parade on Sunday. Eleanor had a blast waving to her throng of adoring fans. Dan and I enjoyed the view.

Here are a couple of highlights.

1) I laughed:

Great sign, no?

2) I cried:

This little boy is wearing a shirt that says “I love my gay Dad.” I can barely keep the tears back when I see the “I love my two Moms” signs and so this little guy and his dad did me in completely.

3) I got heavily recruited by the Unitarian Universalists.

Carleton marched with the Northfield P-FLAG and Unitarian Universalists. I am very pro-Unitarian Universalist. They completely have my vote if Michele Bachmann gets elected and we all have to join a church. I had no idea, however, they were capable of the hard sell. Dan and I were more heavily recruited by the UUs than we’ve ever been by any old-fashioned proselytizing evangelical church.  Who knew.

4) Eleanor can rock the rainbow look:

5) I saw a lot of fantastic tushes.

We marched in between a float for a gay night club (seen above) and the gay pilots association. These are good-looking men. What struck us, though, was that the main attraction of the night club float looks exactly like our friend Pablo. Am I right, am I right?

My good news is that I passed my health assessment exam. This was a huge relief and we are going to celebrate in style this weekend: my mother is in town and Dan and I are taking off to Chicago on Friday for 3 Eleanor-less days.

One last note: after last week’s posting about nutsacks, I noticed that we all of a sudden got spam comments on the blog directing me to purchase knock-off handbags. Ball bags = hand bags in some sophisticated Internets algorithm.