Laissez les bon temps roulez!

It’s that time of year again! Ma’s been in the kitchen for days, cooking and making all kinds of eats! Simi would be proud. I, on the other hand, am so stuffed, no one better be chasing me for awhile or else it will end badly.

For me.

Which is why Caleb is sleeping over, though he ate enough I doubt he could do much running or fighting, either. So don’t nobody be telling our enemies.

L’enfant was found by Kody this year. I still say she cheated. Haven’t figured out how, but I know she did. Best day ever, Mark let us all crash on his balcony for the parades. He has the best view in down and I have enough beads to sink a Mardi Gras float.

Now Ash, Talon, and Kyrian are out patrolling. And we are kicking back, watching TV and having a blast. Bubba is out with my mom and I don’t want to know . . .

But he promised to have her in by ten or they’d turn into pumpkins. Or, better yet, I’ll send Eros after them, lead arrow loaded. Yeah, I got connections!

Actually, I really don’t have to worry since they went to Sanctuary to eat, and for the annual Masquerade Party. So I know the Peltiers will be keeping an eye on my mom. And Dev has volunteered to hold Bubba down for me should he get a little too frisky. Not that he has, but it’s nice to know the Bears got my back.

All right, I’m heading back to my girl and my boys before they eat me out of condo and home. Later, gators.

mardi gras cake