Happy Mardi Gras!!
Yes, folks, today is THE Mardi Gras (which literally means "Fat Tuesday" for all 3 of you who don't know) in good old beat-up New Orleans! We may still be down but Mardi Gras must go on! In fact, the best Mardi Gras ever was during a police strike and the state and national guard were on every corner, minding their own business, ignoring debauchery the cops would normally arrest one for [not that I was being debauched...],
I will celebrate the day by walking my dogs in a few minutes and trying to avoid the tons of revelers in our path. After we get home I'll watch DVDs all day or pass time on the InterWeb or even pick a corner of this pigsty and start the monumental job of cleaning (but that's unlikely).
Laissez les bon temps roulez!
Boo,
who hasn't costumed for MD in years but next year may dress like Divine since I have the lipo belly to make the costume complete -- see previous atrocities here: Sweet Old Boo in drag (http://www.geocities.com/rcameron666/early2.htm)
SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS!
SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS!
(wait for the text...)
Doxie, I might be arrested for public indecency if I took off my shirt. I admitted recently my mammary glands may be making milk. I'm so out of shape I could use a DDD cup when running as all that jiggling hurts... not that I can run more than a few yards before my heart threatens severe arrhythmia and I must stop.
Boo
"Mum, it doesn't matter to me if you haven't seen your navel in 25 years and can wear your stomach as a kilt!"