You can take the girl out of South Louisiana. But you sure cant get the South Louisiana out of the girl...
My gift wrap is repping this year.

My Boscoyo carried these in his pocket or wallet from childhood. He was extremely superstitious and also a professional gambler. He swore they protected him. Before he died, he mailed them to me along with a lengthy letter. I treasure them. I hold them.
The things we carry.

Now I've moved on to chinese and this magnificent prosecco. I hope to be properly buzzed by midnight. Got to celebrate every birthday like it's your last.

I started the evening with an espresso martini and White Lotus, season two. Just a few short hours, and then it's the start of my birthday.