Mule never forget me, right?

MMM-HMMM!  Feel the joy and love that these guys are sending out to you. . .feels strong and sturdy, doesn’t it?  Yes, it does.

Here in the Paro Valley of Bhutan mules carry a lot of the load for us little humans. . .so I have no problem with them pooping right in front of my tent.  Really, no problem at all. . .poop away oh burden bearers. . .oh baggage conveyors. . .oh friends-for-life-as-long-as-we-feed-you mountain companions!  I love the mules of Bhutan. . .you will too if you ever find yourself strolling around over here.

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It’s lovely out there.

Thoystee?

BOOM!  If you need to wet your whistle down here in New Orleans–and I know you do–then I recommend making your way to Napoleon House at some point.  The gentleman above will most likely be there, and he makes one of the best Sazeracs in town–so have one or three and write me a comment below when you get home. . .would love to read what you write after three of his Sazeracs.  Mmmmm. . .aaaaah. . .I love the Napoleon House in New Orleans, and you will too if you ever check it out.

I send you potent vibes from Napoleon House. . .feel them. . .if you can.

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It’s lovely out there.