Officially having the worst day ever. I’m bummed for no reason. I’d rather stay home than party with real live people. My cat would rather be outside than with me. And to top it off, I just did this.
I backed Kralie into my mom’s camper. She loves that thing more than me. Of course there’s hardly any damage to the camper - just a nice taillight shaped dent. Kralie, however, is now one taillight short of being legally drivable.
My po-dunk of a town calls it’s city days Mardi Gras… cause we had a lot of French settlers (nope), we understand what Mardi Gras means (obviously not), and we appreciate the religious aspect of other cultures (really?).
I never understood stood why our tiny northern Wisconsin town decided to take the name Mardi Gras.