Mardi Gras on the brain..

I was reading all the updates on Facebook from my friends back home and they were all talking about Mardi Gras and the parades. I really wish we were able to go back home for Mardi Gras this year. ( I will definitely be there next year) I was starting to get all sad and homesick until I read this , so I thought I’d share it all with you. LOL If you’re not from New Orleans (or Nawlins) and need an explanation or two, let me know! : ) ——–

YOU KNOW YOU’RE FROM LOUISIANA WHEN…

In your car, you use the heater in the morning and the AC in the afternoon.
You greet people with “Howzyamomma’an’emdoin?”
You don’t learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.
You believe that purple, green and gold look good together.
Your last name isn’t pronounced the way it’s spelled. (my maiden name is Maltese ’nuff said )
You know what a nutria rat is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team.
You can pronounce words like Ouachita, Natchitoches, Avoyelles, and Tchoupitoulas and you make fun of people from other states who say them wrong.
You pronounce the largest city in the state as “Nawlins.”
You know those big roaches can fly, but you’re able to sleep at night anyway.
You assume everyone has mosquito swarms in their backyard.
You realize the rainforest is less humid than Louisiana.
You discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window.
When out of town, you stop and ask someone where there is a drive-through Daiquiri place, and they look at you like you have three heads.
You have flood insurance.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside.
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always disappointed in the food.( heck yeah!)
Your house payment is less than your air conditioning bill.
Your grandparents are called “Maw Maw” and “Paw Paw.” (thats a big Yeppers here too)
You judge a po-boy by the number of napkins used.
You actually know what a po-boy is.
You don’t think it’s odd to see live crickets or firearms being sold at a gas station.