I survived....

I survived New Orleans. And entire weekend in the Big Easy and not a single hangover, true story. Either I truly handled myself well, or I need an intervention. The jury is still out on this decision. I promise there will be pictures to come (flickr is being fickle right now), and stories when I have time. Between grocery shopping, laundry, making dinner and catching up on phone calls it was all I could do to tear myself away to type this to you lovelies!

Extra points if you can guess M's costume from this picture alone.