Phat Tewsdee.

Wow, it's been a while, yeah? I've had things to say, but no words to say them, I suppose. I hate when I don't write for a while, because I lose my groove. Boo.

Okay, jumping back into it.

Today is Mardi Gras. It shocks me that people don't know this. I mean, tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, which would make today.......FAT TUESDAY. It amazes me the people that don't understand the correlation. I wish I could draw a diagram. Let's just go for an explanation in Caralee terms.

• Mardi Gras = a humongous party which includes but is not limited to glutonously stuffing anything and everything you can into your body before Ash Wednesday
• Ash Wednesday = when Lent starts - or the day you see people with black marks on their foreheads
• Lent = 40 days before Easter to commemorate Jesus' temptation in the desert - aka you give up something you super like to show your commitment to the Lord.

The whole Lent deal is hard. I guess that's the point, though right (there's your deep thought from me for today)?

Anyways, even though I'm not even a teensy bit Catholic, Anglican or whatever, I do observe Lent every year, basically just to challenge myself and do something to strengthen my relationship with the man upstairs. A few examples from past years include: shopping (ouch), fast food, chocolate, sweet tea, and Spider Solitaire (don't make fun, that was one of the hardest ones to give up, you know what I mean gamers).

This year, I've decided on soda. Why? A few reasons actually. First, I'm severely addicted to Diet Coke. I try to limit myself to one a day, but mostly that doesn't work out so well. Second, the boy sent me some article the other day about how diet soft drinks will eventually take over the world and kill us all. I don't buy into it so much because just about everything nowadays will cause our demise, but I figure the more I can do to ensure I make it past 30, the better. And third, in keeping with tradition, soft drinks are something that will be difficult for me to give up, which, as previously stated, is kind of the point.

So there you have it.

If you feel the need to get me a sursy today, please do so in the form of an aspartame-laiden, carbonated quaff.

If you feel the need to get me a sursy tomorrow, please send condolences, chocolate or gift cards to TJ Maxx. Just don't mention the words diet and coke to me.

Happy Mardi Gras!

For those of you in The Big Easy right now, I am so jealous.

Laissez les bon temps rouler, y'all.