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03/03/2011

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Mmmm... cake!

You know what you're gonna have to do to get to wear those beads, don't you?

Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez! (or swim, as it were)

Mardi Gras, New Orleans, 1992. The best time I'll never remember.

Laissez le bon temp rouler!!

well, first, thrilled you are thrilled and it was sent on behalf of all your little villagers here on your blog who cross everything twice and hope against hope FAT Tuesday will explode with new meaning.
second, as always the one who gets the credit is the one who continues to push the rock up the hill-i am only the messenger who, truthfully is so over that hill.
third, for those of you who do not speak 'drunk' the translation for laissez les bon temps rouler is 'let the good times roll'..a catch phrase in new orleans and much repeated at mardi gras along with 'throw me something, mister'...so, all that applies to you and your journey, especially that 'mister' part.
lastly, d.keighley: in '92 that was YOU???

oops! where are my manners? You're Welcome. (my momma would get me good for forgetting that) best today and always

Just so you know that I have everything crossed for you and hope that this one is the one! I love reading your open and honest blogs and thank you for sharing your life, reminding me that there are others who can use a positive thought from time to time. Love and hugs from the UK. xoxo

I am awaiting the day this turns into a blog where we can follow the ups and downs of your pregnancy. Fingers crossed that it's soon!

You know, if you keep the entire king cake for yourself, you're guaranteed to get the baby!


I got the baby!! (but it took two pieces.)

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music to our ears.....sleep well, it's Fat Tuesday!

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