TO FIT THE PART

As my girl Kate so eloquently phrased it, "I'm back in Bammy's arms," and no, that's not the creepy bald guy in the unmarked white van outside Books-A-Million yesterday who visually assaulted every part of me as he probably mumbled under his breath, "get her done" but who can say. Instead, I'm back in 'Bama tarring roofs, hauling trees, washing tree stumps, trimming trees, splitting logs, and dropping debris at the pit (which is mine and Amber's own RollerGirl experience, minus the lesbian part). But to add to the Mecca of redneck activities I ride in the back of the pick-up even though the passenger seat is begging for company. You'd think I'd stop talking about this, but even having lived in the dirty south for a few years now, all stereotypes are becoming a reality for me in just a week. I was even caught blowing snot out one nostril while holding the other one down. My brothers taught me how to do that years ago and somehow it seemed appropriate...TO FIT THE PART...don't get all grossed out.

Here are some trip pix I just got developed.