Happy Mardi Gras
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It is a beautiful, snowy, extremely cold Mardi Gras. The children said my festive bunting looked even more like boobs than usual, as it's hanging low with the powdery aftermath of a slightly overblown snow"storm". #boys #fatalistweatherpeople
Nutmeg is celebrating by chugging straight from the tap, and we thought about dusting off my Mardi Gras mask-n-crown cookie cutter set and going to town but after a morning of sledding and errand-running decided against baking. Thank god.
Sunny snow days are really lovely. Because of the lack of cloudy shroud, no one feels inclined towards desperate measures, the drivers seem slightly more confident and stretches of snow sparkle like quilts of diamonds. The both beckon and blind, and it's hard not to keep jumping in.
