Boaz and Graveyards

After hiding indoors for most of the Fourth of July holiday, I dragged Laura to Boaz, with a promise of Slurpees and cemeteries.

The first stop was a mercifully brief visit with my grandparents. Please understand: my grandparents are very sweet, very old, and live across the street from their Southern Baptist church. I’m not quite sure they understood Laura’s jet-black hair or sporadically-pierced head.

After the “Uncomfortable Silence Fun Palace”, we met up with the world-famous Beth, and drove around the countryside snapping photos of old country graveyards. Even better, Beth got me stuff! Stuff includes: the Heavy Metal Candlesticks O’ Doom, a little demon for my car antenna, and a framed cross-stitch. Yay!