When I was six, my grandparents gave me a suitcase (blue with big, hot pink flowers). I kept it packed and stored in the closet, just in case there was an adventure and I needed to be ready. It took another 34 years, but I'm finally on the adventure. A published author, married to a helicopter pilot, life is fun, crazy, adventurous, challenging ~ but never dull.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
And the First Night Parade
Because there is something particularly exciting about a night parade. Yes, the pictures suck for the most part, but look at the colors. You can still see the colors. The Krewe of Cleopatra...
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