You know what I am talking about? Mardi Gras. And we all know about momma and her mask fetish. UGH UGH UGH. I have talked about it before, here:
But if truth be told... her obsession has nothing to do with Mardi Gras. It has to do with "IL CARNEVALE." She is obsessed with this: http://www.carnevale.venezia.it/en/.
Momma wants to be there.
See...the masks obsession makes sense in that context, right? [Say yes, it is easier... I promise, go along, get along and all that rot]
I have managed to escape momma, but the Wendy...
has not been so lucky.... in the past. Today she is doggy non grata. Deep in hiding....shhhh as we all are.
On the upside, I am thinking gumbo and beignets and all that is good and delicious about Mardi Gras.
After all how bad can anything be if it is called "FAT" Tuesday?
Bring on dem beeds, and laissez les bon temps rouler!