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🌽evil
Carnival
Noooooo
We catchin beads and drinking beers
Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler ♡ nostr:npub1unm5skfa9x4drpq43pu2g00w6pzwvfhsa23z4j6aee7vghaygmkqwjtxhc
A parade rolls in front of our house, but I am so burnt on 1. Standing for extended periods. 2. Crowds 3. Talking (farmers markets require me to say the same thing over and over and over). So, instead of all that, ole BitBees gonna shop for some lampshades for my (tall, odd sized) heirloom lamps I inherited from my parents.
One night of parades and I’m done for! Rested today to bartend the rest of Mardi Gras!
