Laissez les bons temps rouler..... maybe?

Thought my 100th post should warrant some sort of celebration.... and the fact that I'm posting such a milestone marker on Mardi Gras must mean that the celebration is obligatory, right???

Today is Fat Tuesday, though I am not in New Orleans to partake in the last of the festivities.... today marks the end of this year's Carnival, though our King Cake (Bavarian Cream Cheese-filled, I might add) was devoured days ago.....

But, I am still celebrating---- though mostly internally and in a muted, mild manner befitting someone not accustomed to letting the good times roll on a regular basis.

Ah, well.... Happy 100th post! Happy Mardi Gras! Happy King Cake Eating Day! Happy End of Carnival!
And, if anybody has the energy left.... Laissez les bons temps rouler!!!

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A to Z reflections....

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