The weekend of Fail.

Well, not my fail, per se, but poor dear David caught it from ALL sides.

the Highlights:

Friday (The day of our arrival): His family puts down their fourteen-year-old dog, Pepper.

Saturday: Well, not much really. Historic Vicksburg, MS. Sweat. Lots and lots of sweat.

Sunday: He mouths off about he grandfather the penny pincher (there's a reason this man is loaded, honey), so his mom, who, poor thing, is absolutely miserable in Mississippi (wouldn't you be?) rips him a new one for being an ungrateful little shit. Later that night, on a deserted country road in Deep South Louisiana, we blow a tire. And it takes forty-five minutes to change it.

Wow. Happy frickin' Fourth of July.