(This post is dedicated to my Former-Stepmother-Turned-Bosom-Buddy Beth who parties like a rock star with her Mardi Gras Krewe every year and is basically the coolest person I know.) I don’t go to Mardi Gras. Though probably someday I will. But I do live in a house filled with beads, where somebody is always yelling…Read more »
I don’t go to Mardi Gras . . .
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The Moose Poop Diaries 