Mardi Gras misunderstanding

I got home last night and TBU had delicious homemade sangria waiting for me. He said he wanted to get into the spirit of mardi gras with Spanish stuff or something. I was like booze = mardi gras =perfect. What was even more awesome was that he was preparing breakfast burritos for dinner! My favorite Mexicanish meal! When we were just about to eat he mentioned the Mexican cokes in the fridge. Mexican cokes!? Awesome. Then I asked why all the Mexican/Spanish stuff. And he said because isn’t that where mardi gras comes from? And I said no, it’s French. To which he replied, well that makes sense because it has a French name. Then I asked what mardi gras means in French. And he was like, “Fat Tuesday,” duh.

We clearly need each other.

It’s Ash Wednesday, no more fucking around people.