Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, which means a King Cake is on route from Baton Rouge to our front door, to be delivered in time (we hope) for a gathering of our neighbors at 4:30 this afternoon. When you’re married to a man from southern Louisiana, King Cake and other goodies are mandatory at this time of year. Tomorrow, Brent will celebrate again with his bike club.
I DID get the baby (once) in a King Cake.
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Laissez les bon temps rouler.🍾