As I write this… In the passenger seat of the family truckster, we are closing the end of a great weekend.
Jeffie was able to get Friday off from work, I was able to find cheapish hotel tickets, and the Puppy dog had all of his shots up to date. It was the perfect storm coming together.
It’s Friday morning, 7 am. Jeffie’s Uncle Greg was in Mobile, AL prepping, and would be wearing his arm out in 12 hours for Mardi Gras. We intended to see that.
(warning… Don’t read anymore if you don’t have high speed. More pictures than any post prior….)
