When we disembark from the plane at the Louis Armstrong airport in New Orleans and hear the music, we always look at each other and say, “we’re home”. I know it sounds crazy but that’s really the way it feels. We arrived in our favorite city yesterday afternoon, checked into the hotel, napped awhile and…
Thursday Three…
Pet peeves: 1. Littering…No, the world is not your trash can but if I find out who is throwing out all the trash along our road their front yard is going to look like one. 2. Ending a sentence with “at”…”Where are you?” is sufficient. 3. Restaurant servers who ask if I want dessert when…