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Pssst. I'm going pink for Whymommy, Mod*mom, and all our other breast cancer warriors. Care to join me?

Apparently I've Been Working on the Breast Fest a Little Too Much

"Jingle Boobies, Jingle Boobies...."

Farewell Mississippi: The Long Awaited Photo Tour of My-Town Mississippi (Yes. More Prizes. DUH!)

Congrats Ragtopday and Mommiebear2. Email me to claim your prize!

Alas, fair Magnolia state of sweaty days, mosquito filled nights, and nothing in between but bad barbeque and some weird things you call Sausage Balls (see below for a picture), I must leave you. It's been hot - and I mean the "not-so-sexy-but-more-like-stinkier-than-a-Pimento-Cheese-sandwich" kind of hot.

I've seen it all. Fried catfish on a bed of brown iceberg lettuce, anti-abortion activists lined up on the side of the road near my grocery store holding dead fetus dolls, and a lot of feathers and sequins. A LOT.

I've heard more. Country songs I'm quite sure should never leave the walls of a prison cell, y'alls that start and end a sentence, and pronunciations of common words that sound more foreign than my name in Japanese.

But, it hasn't been all bad. There was the job, the divorce, the graduating students, the huz, the baby, the column, and the blog fodder.

God, you sustained my blog for many a month.

So, I thank you and bid you adieu (that's goodbye in France, not "a shit"). May I never see your flat, unconventional, and backwards face ever again. (If you'd like to take a walk down memory lane, click here for all my Mississippi posts to date, including other great pics of my fair town).

Remember Ray Ray's?

My favorite lunch time stop. Yum Gizzards!

Mmmmm... It's a Sausage Ball!

Our neighbors.

Full price? No way. But shotgun clearance? YES PLEASE!

Ruth's Chris? Please. We have "Old Hick" - where drinks are served in Mason Jars!

It's the BEER TRAILER! The only place in town that carries Newcastle (read: any good beer that does not have a light version).

Just in case you were wondering, they cater!

It's a bar. They call it "THE BOW." Don't ask.

Yes. The infamous in-law shopping spree took place here:

And the breastfeeding wedding dress was bought here:

And look, mother-of-the-bride dresses!

But it's not all bad. Tennessee Williams was born here. Yes. In that actual house.

And here is the music building on campus. My home for 3 years. (And on the national historical registry).

And finally, you can't live in the South without a church that has it's own above the street crosswalk.

THE END. And now to the In-laws! The irony of all ironies. Instead of staring down a west nile infested mosquito, I'll get to see my MIL's face every damn morning.

Oh yes. And the stories will be good.

I promise.

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So what's a photo montage if you can't commemorate it in a kick ass photo book from HP? Yeah. Not such a great one, I admit. I'm barely sentimental, but oh wouldn't I love to have a MissASSippi photo book to show my tens of dinner guests? Or perhaps a book full of tantrum photos? Or better, milestones that they don't have a spot for in the baby book.

And even if you're sentimental, these books are perfect. And for $24.99, I'm not quite sure what the hell you're waiting for.

Oh. You want a free one. Okay, so I have TWO free books to giveaway. And I'll pick two winners at random. Leave me a comment (one per person per day) and you'll get a free book.

And if you want to take your chances AND make sure you get one, then use this discount code. You get a whopping 20% off the books. I smell in-law gift (omg. Maybe I should do that? Compile all my fabulous photos of bras and shoes and ink walls).