So after all the fun and multiculturalism (okay, maybe not so evident in the party photos) of Atlanta, I got to take MPM to lower Alabama for a day or so of family fun. Yup, he got to meet the whitey whitersons. Okay, we’re not that bad, but I’m sure it was overwhelming. Mom, Dad, BrotherM, SisterL, SisterJ, S-inLawL, B-inLawC, plus four niece/nephews and an Alzheimer’s-riddled in-law grandmother. AND we were taking family photos. But we weren’t able to get a photographer, so guess who took the whole-group shots? You got it; MPM! But I have to say that the family was very nice, trying to communicate. MPM especially liked my BrotherM, who is very personable. And has a Harley.
That’s me peeking out from the back row. Does this say something about MPM’s attitude toward me? Or more about his photography skills?
Coming soon: Chapter 3—The (really not-so-bad) drive from hell (or Alabama—same thing).
15 August 2007
Chapter 2: Meet the Crackers
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