I can't really type much now - the only reason I'm even on here is that Joey is passed out in a drug-induced coma (he has a terrible cold).
The visit with the Out Laws surpassed my highest expectations for horribleness. Words can barely describe how bad it was, and all I have to say is that you know it's bad when your husband turns to you and says, "I can't take it anymore, we've got to get the fuck out of here!"
And tonight's highlight was driving 20 minutes to a Christmas lights display that was like a crazy redneck trailer park done up like Las Vegas. Unfuckingbelievable. And we left the damn camera at the hotel.
Back to civilization tomorrow. And hopefully getting some sleep soon.