We're going to be visiting Alabama for Christmas. So if you want to hang out, we'll arrive on the 24th of December. I usually announce our visit rather early, so that people can prepare themselves to be in the presence of our sheer awesomeness, plus we normally buy our tickets in October. However, this year my dad was a bit more paranoid than usual that the prices of fuel would skyrocket, so we bought tickets in August. Some airlines didn't even offer prices for tickets that far in advance. But, buy them we did, and perhaps it was a good thing because Katrina came along not too long afterward. Buying the tickets in August probably saved my dad a stomach ulcer.

I was talking to some one the other day, and I said, "yeah, we (Brandon and I) love visiting home." She laughed and said, "we love visiting home?" Well, perhaps it's not his home, but he does enjoy it. Where else can you shoot things and eat Krystal burgers? Last visit we really emersed ourselves in the redneck culture that I had resisted for most of my life. We went to a fireball throw, ate Krystal burgers (okay, I never resisted Krystal's), went fishing in my dad's pond, and Brandon shot his first deer. We even listened to country music when we were driving to Florida and no other stations would come in. I was shocked when I realized I remembered a lot of the lyrics from when I was subjected to country music as a child.

Anyway, we're looking forward to the visit. Cold weather and all.