Sippi Lovin'

Michelle & Lia arrived almost two weeks ago on a Sunday morning as the sun was rising in the east. It's my understanding that they rang the doorbell and knocked for a solid ten minutes before I awoke to let them inside. I was a bit upset and felt unwanted...or maybe I just wanted some sympathy after a 25-hour car ride. I was without glasses, woefully tired, and generally confused as I apoligized for answering the door in my boxers and welcomed them into our new apartment. Through squinted eyelids, I saw that Michelle's belongings more closely resembled Tetris pieces than tables, guitars, clothes, basketballs, etc. and silently wondered if I ought to contact NASA to maximally utilize her skill set. It's all of Jude's crap that forces me to use this God-given talent.

Lia left Michelle and I three days ago, but not before we hit up a few of the hotspots in Southern Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana. Hattiesburg isn't much of a tourist destination, at least not as far as we're aware, and so we began by visiting Mobile, Alabama. Jude promised us white sand beaches, complete with pina coladas and miniature umbrellas. However, in reality, we got a city park complete with public boat access and a "swim at your own risk" advisory. It was only partially my fault...that's all I'll say. In truth, everyone enjoyed themselves and Lia can attest to that fact. After our dip in The Gulf, Michelle turned us around...and around again as we made our way to the Botanical Gardens. Finally, heat and exhaustion took effect and we were forced to pull over for food and directions. The Brick Pit served us the finest pulled pork, grilled chicken, and spare ribs this side of the equator. Each was slathered in a zesty barbeque sauce and at the meal's end, we left with full bellies, stained fingers, and pools of barbeque sauce still on our plates. When we did reach the botanical gardens, it proved less than spectacular and if it weren't for the adjacent frisbee golf course, I might even report a complete waste of time. Unfortunately, I was permitted only 9 holes of frisbee golf and as retribution for this injustice, I demanded that Michelle run 4 miles with me. When the sweat finally dried we loaded up the car and headed home. That's right, Jude thinks he's punishing me with 4 miles of running....it was he, who was wheezing at the end.

Sorry, our bellies are crying out for food. We promise to post again on Monday.