The Friday Funnies! Mardi Gras and Bad Boy Louie.

Oh, woe is me! Disaster on the day before Mardi Gras’s Fat Tuesday.

Bad Boy Louie, nose in the air and head hard as two bricks, insisted on wearing that ginormous headpiece as he scampered toward our awaiting Isotta Fraschini, ready to motor us to His Majesty’s Coronation Ball.

I warned the boy about that quivering headpiece and his imperial-red Louis 14th shoes with the 7-inch heels. Halfway out the door, with a wobble, a lurch, and a screech, Bad Boy Louie landed ass-over-tea-kettle in the aspidistra. He looked like an inebriated ostrich in drag.

I attempted to assist, but he waved me away with a flutter of feathers and lace, complaining of an oncoming bout of the vapors and crying for his Paddington Bear.

Oy vey! My darling boy? Vhat to do!

Big hug, y’all!

(Originally posted February 16, 2024)