Watch Your Caps, Boy.

Trey, that's two posts in a row where your title has been in all caps.  Watch yourself, or you'll leave the realm of exuberant for the land of tacky. 

And nobody likes the land of tacky.

Similar to the land of tacky is Florida (deepest apologies to all Floridians), where there are FAR TOO MANY things that are made out of fake oranges.  I mean, come on.  Oranges shouldn't be used to decorate things.  They just shouldn't.

Anyway, I am now home, a little worse for the wear, a little terrified of the sun (photophobia ftw) again, but with a video to put together for y'all's enjoyment.

(Who says it wasn't a productive vacation? I learned a new language: southern!)

(Again, not trying to be offensive.  It's just that there's different words used in different ways.  Like "y'all's" and "up the road apiece."  It's fact.)

Anyway, since I live in a family of crazies, my mother made us go to a rodeo.  A RODEO.  Sweetfreakinglord.

But, because I participate in this project, and I realized the hilarity of it all, I took some footage for you, my little friends. I apologize for the poor video quality; I had to be a little secretive. But seriously, people: Rodeo Video Montage.

(Set to terrible country music.)

(Also, some of the pictures are a little strange because it was dark out.)

Without futher ado:

Enjoy. Real video to come soon.

Love,

Gracey