I thought so. Why is it that governmental offices think that cute wording equals happier constituents?
In fairness though, it is a specifically Louisiana thing-like Dana says, usually with the LSU tigers, but I've seen other signage back home use it. It's more cajunified than Frenchified. (Also, high five Dana! Where has Drew been all my life? He has been on fire!)
Because it deserves its own post: I am so sorry ita, how terrible.
I find it hilarious (and telling) one of my neighbors is chiding me for not soliciting help with the heavy lifting. Oh, you don't know me well enough yet. I'm completely stupid-independent.
Thanks guys. I'm waiting with baited breath for the next news. This is one of the cousins I grew up with, even though she's a bit older than me, so it hits home hard. Her mother is my mother's closest sibling in terms of intimacy.
Hec, that's a very sweet essay. It's lovely to see his turnaround of attitude in his own words.
Oh, ita, I'm so sorry.
In happy for now news, Grace decided today that she was ready to try walking. So she put her feet down on the floor willingly and took some assisted steps with K and Noah. She walked for quite a while. The CNAs and other folks at TK came out and cheered her on so she giggled all the while.
I missed it, sadly, because of work. Stooopid work.