So I’ve only been in the deep south now for a few hours, and I’m already amazed at how different things are down here. Jim and I were commenting on all the billboards that we saw on our drive from the tiny airport to our hotel. We drove by cotton fields and saw more pickup trucks than I’ve ever seen in my life.

Ahh, I love girls with southern accents.

I’ve always wondered why the hotel staff does that cutesy triangle fold thing on the end of the toilet paper roll. It’s just going to get undone when I wipe my ass.

I’m timezone confused…

I wonder how Ophelia is doing. She’s never spent this much time without me before.