Background: We're in the middle of getting everything ready for the annual Mardi Gras Fat Tuesday Pancake Breakfast at The Compound. The table is set, the fancy gold-plated flatware has been shined and polished and set out at the place settings, and above all else, the kitchen and dining room have decorated. I'd venture to guess there are over 100 strands of Mardi Gras beads of all shapes, sizes and colors decorating the kitchen and dining room.
Dad: "This looks worse than a New Orleans whore house."
Mom: "Just how do you know what a New Orleans whore house looks like?"
Nuff said.
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