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The end of a glorious holiday week involved…

Breakfast at Lucille’s Creole Cafe (with bloody marys, obviously)

Three powdered sugar beignets

One plate, licked clean (that may or may not have been my plate…)

Three enormous breakfasts

Another plate licked clean. It’s Jason’s, I swear.

One bursting belly. Seriously. Could. Not. Eat. Any. More.

And the non-photographed:

Two rubbermaid tubs filled with Christmas decor.

Two disappointing football games.

One tearful good-bye.

One homemade dinner (finally!).

And a partridge in a pear tree.