All The Small Things: And Harv Thought He Had a Weed Eater Loose In His Fruit-of-The-Looms

Tonight I got in a great visit with my Granny and Pawpaw. It seems like for the last few years, every visit consists of "Good to see you, how you been, don't be a stranger" and then I'm headed back out the door and back to Georgia. But my best friend, Summer, decided its time to tie the knot on this coming Saturday, so here I am on a little mini-vaca in Arkansas. She cast me as the Maid of Honor, (a first for me and I'm sure a last) so I had the duty of throwing the bachelorette party. I drove 16 hours on Thursday to throw the no-expense-spared and no-sleep-at-all party on Friday and then catch up on 16 hours of sleep on Saturday. Just enough sleep to get my butt out of bed for church (hallelujah!), lunch with the family, a wedding shower (not even for Summer), and then start an evening with my grand parents and my momma. A darn great weekend, all-in-all.

So we're all sitting in the den watching a Bald Eagles nest via a live webcam (for literally 5 hours), when I get a text from my boyfriend, Jason. He said something about a "retarded squirrel" that thought our decorative turtle on the front porch was real and kept trying to attack it. I relayed the story to the room, and my mom said he needed to watch out for those squirrels, "haven't you heard the Mississippi Squirrel Revival?!" I had not. So my Pawpaw insisted that I find the song and play it. I found it on my phone almost instantly (I'm really loving my free trial of Spotify) and we listened and laughed till we cried. That's exactly why I love family.

Once my momma and I got back to her house, we looked it up on youtube and found this video. She also appologized for depriving me of such a Red-Neck treat!