SassyBlonde

I picked about 10 pounds of okra this morning, I swear to you.

We got up this morning and picked the rest of the veggies in my grandparents' garden that were ready to go: corn, tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, zucchini, squash, beans. I swear, there's nothing like going out to pick vegetables in the sunshine, even okra. Let me give you guys an education in okra-picking: okra is the seed pod of a tall plant with hairy, fuzz all over it. This fuzz will give you a rash on any skin it touches, so to pick okra you have to wear long sleeves and gloves, and the stems are so hard that you have to cut them with a really sharp knife. So I was out in the 95-degree sun in long sleeves and gloves searching under those big hairy leaves for the pods and clipping them into my picking smock for a good 45 minutes. Whew. Sweaty work.

After we'd picked and sorted and eaten lunch, we headed home to Birmingham and I picked up my rental car: a bona fide road trip chariot. They goofed up my rental and I ended up with a white 2007 Crown Vic, tricked out to the nines. Everything on thing this is automatic-- seats, mirrors, headlights, you name it. I'll be honest-- I really like this car. Not only is it like riding on a soft leather couch, but everyone gets out of my way when they see me coming because they think I'm a cop. Nice.

Back home tomorrow after 14 hours on the road. Comin' for to carry me home...