Of course I'm focusing on the mooner

I should sweep the floor.

I should go to the grocery store.

I should put the clothes in the dryer.

But I am so TIRED.

We just got back from our trip to N'awlins -- and it was fantastic. Not only did we get to see Superman's family and do a little shopping, but we also got to spend time with Rachel and her husband and daughter. We ate so much food that I don't want to see another piece of seafood in my LIFE and I am terribly behind at work, but it was soooo worth it.



But, out of all the stories I could tell you (such as how great Rachel's husband did preaching Sunday morning or how we went to the Gretna warf), of course...I'm focusing on the mooning.

Full moon, too.

Superman was getting gas, and Rachel and I were in the backseat of my Mustang, and Preacher (Rachel's hubby) was in the front seat. We were in a part of town that, well, might not have been so savory, when an SUV pulled up to the gas station entrance, and a man emerged from the vehicle. We all kinda giggled when his pants dropped a little because, yes, obviously we have the humor of a sixth grader. But we didn't think too much about it and continued on our conversation, whatever it was.

The man returned to his SUV before Superman was finished, and as he turned, his pants, which were belted, btw, fell again. But not just a little bit on this go around. Oh, no. This time it was full foot and a half of crack.

But only Preacher and I saw it. Rachel had noticed that Superman was done pumping the gas, and I was yelling out as Preacher turned to me, his face slightly green. "Did you just see that?!!" we were exclaiming, shocked that not only did we just get mooned but also the belt was obviously there just for decoration.

Only in New Orleans will you get mooned at 9 p.m. at a gas station in Gretna.

Also only in New Orleans...

...will you see a Mercedes convertible drive by with three weird, psycho looking Chucky dolls in the backseat.
...will people volunteer -- and pay! -- to go on NIGHT swamp tours. Seriously, where's the logic in that?
...will an underground explosion occur in the French Quarter yet people continue to party like it's 1999 (or whatever year they think it is).
...is jambalaya on a restaurant menu as an appetizer and a full meal.

But it is good to be home.