fat tuesday.

Owen and I went to our neighborhood Mardi Gras parade.  Now, as I have previously posted I live in a former retirement community with two golf courses.  Old people with golf carts.  Not quite the floats featured on Bourbon Street... but I can appreciate a pimped out golf cart.

tigers are big down here.  lsu and all that.

poor owen.

swamp people "float"  Choot Em! 

note the dismembered arm.

duck blind float?  m-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i

this semi was the finale float

that's a 75 year old lady in a gold leotard minus the pants.  

Since O, Molly, Twinky and I couldn't get out to a parade today we (meaning I) put on Mardi Gras beads and had a photo shoot.  I'm trying to assimilate us into the culture.

i made a cute baby.

i could pretend she was cooperating, but there was a dog on tv distracting her.

she didn't cooperate at first, but in the end she decided posing was in her best interest.
they all give up in the end.