Just got back to New Orleans for good. The house and garden need some serious attention, and I can’t get my wi-fi to work, but Mimi’s is nearby, and they’ve got wi-fi and very cold beer. If my boyfriend were with me (he’s still out of town), I’d be happier than I’ve been in a very long time–maybe ever.
More on all that later. For now, here’s a memento of my weekend with the folks. It’s a pic of something–goddess only knows what–lying in my dad’s garage. I don’t know what constitutes a “rotating driveline hazard,” but I’m pretty sure we don’t have them in New Orleans. I thought it was funny. But then, my dad would probably find the tipping-soda-machine warning pretty funny…
And just so you know: few people in my family–or in Mississippi in general, for that matter–would be skinny enough to fit through that corkscrew thingy. Maybe he borrowed it from some supermodel soybean farmer…
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