It’s Fat Tuesday! Bow Tie o’ the Day sports its Mardi Gras masks, beads, and colors. The thing encircling my breasticles is my new Mardi Gras Cummerbund o’ the Day. I ordered the smallest waist size they had, but it was still too bigly for my waist. As you can see, I can make it fit my chest. I could probably make the XL size fit my chest. Or maybe I should wear my cummerbund as a sash– covered with layers of scout badges, or with words like “Miss America” emblazoned upon it.
Not today though. I’m frenetically busy with the seein’ o’ the sights, so much so that I can’t settle down to compose a proper post. Don’t worry. I’ll update y’all as soon as my physical steam runs out. Suffice it to say that today I’m un-drunkenly celebrating Mardi Gras. I didn’t know it was possible to get your Mardi Gras on without drinking– until I got sober. (I still hate when that happens. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.) Fun is a state of mind, not a state of intoxication.
In between being captivated by various Tucson-area tourist spots, I’m trying to decide what I’m giving up for Lent tomorrow. Ash Wednesday is nigh! I’m not even Catholic, but observing Lent is the kind of exercise all of us could benefit from. Unless you’re perfect. Giving up something for Lent is always a tough decision for me. What’s something I need to NOT do for at least the next forty days? Can’t decide. Luckily, I provide myself with plenty of imperfections to choose from.