Surrogate band member

It only took two tries to get in here.  It's been a while and I forgot my user name.  It seems that here lately I really do forget my name. 

Yesterday, Mayhem #1 had to work, so Mayhem #2 and I took her place at the band car wash.  This year's drum major decided to raise money to help fund band camp.  Normally the kids donate canned drinks and bottled water and then have to buy them during camp.  This never made any sense to me.  Sounds like a racket.

So from 1:00 to 2:30, I stood on the street corner holding a sign and waving.  I kept talking to the people as they drove by.  "Come on.  You can do it.  Wave back.  I'm standing here overheating.  The least you can do is wave.  It's a wave, not a commitment!"  I guess it's a good thing they couldn't hear me. 

One guy did talk to me while he was waiting at the light.  He asked who was having the car wash, and when I said the band he asked if it was a good band.  I said yes, and he said, "You must be the flute player." 

"No," I said, "I'm just a mom."  He said, "Congratulations."  Why I have no idea.  Then the light changed.  I laughed.  I guess standing there in shorts and a t-shirt, tucked behind a poster board, wearing Mr. Mayhem's TCU hat, I looked like a teenager.  It made my day until someone suggested he was trying make a pick up.  Granted his car was cool, but the poodle in the back seat just didn't say "Stud."

We were only there for two hours, but by the time we got home we knew where we'd missed with the sunscreen.  I forgot the back of my neck.  And for some reason the back of my right leg and the back of my right hand got burned.  I guess the sun was on that side.  Mayhem #2 got burned just above her water shoes and on the back of her hands.  Who would ever think to sunscreen the back of your hands?