The Mardi Gras equivalent to Bah Humbug
Scrooge is to Christmas as I am to __________.
A. Mardi Gras
B. Mardi Gras
C. Mardi Gras
D. Mardi Gras
I hate it. I really do, for multiple reasons. The root of this hate started when I was much younger. My mother forced me into dance and ballet which I hated to begin with but the school I attended ALWAYS participated in the parades. The south allows their children to miss school for this crazy holiday but I would have much rather stayed in school. Instead of the free day that my classmates enjoyed I was waking up at the same time as if I was still attending school that day. I would go to a salon and get my hair done in some tacky 80's style complete with a least half a can of hairspray. Then it was on to the parade but not before my mother spackled me with blush and shiny pink lip gloss. (Try to keep in mind that I was a tomboy) The parades were long; tiring; cold. Mississippi cold is not much to complain about but I think walking down the street in a leotard validates any complaints I had. Afterwards I would get a bag of goodies that my mother had caught while watching the parade. Trust me when I say that the moonpies are only good when it is you scrambling along the ground, scraping your fingers across the cement in hopes to get to it before someone else does. Well, back to the now. I hear that negative energy draws more negative energy. I prove this every year around this time. Every year on Mardi Gras I have something horrible happen. It never fails. I know that the human mind is design to detect any patterns we might perceive but this is just getting old. I mean, EVERY DAMN YEAR. Well I think I will go now. Push some drunk tourists over or something. You know, something to cheer me up.
A. Mardi Gras
B. Mardi Gras
C. Mardi Gras
D. Mardi Gras
I hate it. I really do, for multiple reasons. The root of this hate started when I was much younger. My mother forced me into dance and ballet which I hated to begin with but the school I attended ALWAYS participated in the parades. The south allows their children to miss school for this crazy holiday but I would have much rather stayed in school. Instead of the free day that my classmates enjoyed I was waking up at the same time as if I was still attending school that day. I would go to a salon and get my hair done in some tacky 80's style complete with a least half a can of hairspray. Then it was on to the parade but not before my mother spackled me with blush and shiny pink lip gloss. (Try to keep in mind that I was a tomboy) The parades were long; tiring; cold. Mississippi cold is not much to complain about but I think walking down the street in a leotard validates any complaints I had. Afterwards I would get a bag of goodies that my mother had caught while watching the parade. Trust me when I say that the moonpies are only good when it is you scrambling along the ground, scraping your fingers across the cement in hopes to get to it before someone else does. Well, back to the now. I hear that negative energy draws more negative energy. I prove this every year around this time. Every year on Mardi Gras I have something horrible happen. It never fails. I know that the human mind is design to detect any patterns we might perceive but this is just getting old. I mean, EVERY DAMN YEAR. Well I think I will go now. Push some drunk tourists over or something. You know, something to cheer me up.