Both Something From My Nightmares AND Dinner

...At least in Louisiana. This is the discard tray from the sixteen pounds* of crawfish we consumed on New Years' Day.

(*Not a comedic exaggeration.)

It was a truly excellent time and a wonderful way to ring in both the New Year and Year Two of our marriage. We shot off fireworks in the street that we bought from a tent! Right in the city! Where they sell fireworks!



We had a New Years' Eve dance party.



We recreated our walk down the aisle.



Got bass lessons.



I even learned the joys of listening to sports radio sitting in a truck.

And altogether just had an awesome time.




(Vince, I'm sorry I shamed you so at darts. I'll send you something cute from the Delia's catalogue to make you feel better.)

Bonus:

This is from my first jaw-dropped trip to a rural Walmart. I call it "Girl W/ Guns."



Others call it freedom.