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Enjoying
a Saturday Afternoon: Jesse Brown (Choupique), Steve, and John. |
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"Tu
Parle Francais? Oui? C'est Bon!"
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Mark
is all smiles over his costume for the ball |
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Breakfast
Monday morning: We cooked 8 1/2 dozen eggs! Whew!
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Alex
and John say their farewells on Monday. Maybe next year they
will stay and enjoy all of Mardi Gras!
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Tuesday:
Isn't this great, I even get my picture taken!
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Well,
I can take pictures, too! (Willie, Ted, Grandma and Grandpa
Abel)
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Liz
and Paula: Was that a snake they put on my shoulder?
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Poulet?
Nah, where's the beer truck?
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Masked
reveler and Nicole? Yeah, I think so.
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They
don't produce chicken legs like that in Arkansas! I wonder
what the Colonel's recipe would be for this...
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Ashley
and Sandra; Mr. Pruett is in background
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Paul
(brother) unmasked!
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"Here's
to good friends, the day is kinda
special..." or something like that. Eric Guillory
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Cy
Brown and wife? ; Paula catching up with the trailer |
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A new fashion - Christmas in March! |
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Neon
Pink and Green are sure eyecatchers! ; And I thought I had a
bad hair day! |
| Shane,
Little Tyler, and Troy |
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Why
are you pointing towards the trees? |
| Oh,
I see, a couple of revelers relaxing in the trees! |
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I
think this is my sister, Laura? |
| Chere',
nothing better than two-story transportation! |
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We
sure have big chickens in South Louisiana |
| Sandra,
Grandma Abel, Emily and Lettie |
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Dad
stirring up another wonderful gumbo! |
| Mr.
and Mrs. Fontenot inside the Dad and Mom's house |
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Donna,
Steve, Friend and John striking up a tune on the back porch |
| I
tried bribing this chicken to let me catch her... it didn't
work! ; and I thought I had bad breath... phew! |
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Mrs.
Fontenot and Bonnie (sister) |
| Ainsley,
myself & Heidi (daughter) posing with "le poulet
du jour" |
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That's
what I call persistence; Little Tyler grabbing for some beads! |
| Our
journey back to town for the parade at 3:00; it was 2:05 and
we were about 1:30 hrs away! |
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I
think this trio has had about all they can handle... |
| Alas!
I was wrong. Upon taking their picture they became as spry as
spring chickens; except for their fourth companion, who looks
as though he would prefer to lean back over the trailer! |
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We
made the local paper! |
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"Une
plus de valse avant que nous partions!" - A farewell
waltz until we meet again, Steve and John. |
