Where there is love, nothing is too much trouble and there is always enough time.
– ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
“a little bit of mardi gras”
I picked this as the title for tumblr (at least for now) because it cracks me up. When I was 17 and working at Fat Tuesday, we used to sing Mambo #5 every single day. Instead of singing, “A little bit of Monica in my life,” we’d sing “A little bit of Mardi Gras in my life,” because, hello, Mardi Gras = Fat Tuesday. Except I never realized/remembered those weren’t the actual lyrics until George pointed it out in December. Story of my life. I might know something is a certain way, but if my brain overwrites that info for some reason… I’ll forget it. Forevs.
