I try to not compare the two.
It's like comparing apples to oranges.
Or chocolate to potato chips. One isn't necessarily better than the other. But I'm sort of a bitter Betty tonight. On this day, every year since we've moved to PA, I'm usually in the thick of packing and checking off to do lists in preparation for our annual Mardi Gras trip.
But instead of packing up and leaving for our home state tomorrow, we're staying put. Planning a weekend trip to Pittsburgh to take our minds off of the seemingly never ending stream of dreary weather.
But on the plus side, le husband has a three day weekend. And three day weekends = time to check off the honey-do list.
Bonus Remy eating French bread for your Thursday night!