Camp Anaconda

That's where my cousinish will be stationed when she reaches Iraq shortly after Thanksgiving. (I say "cousinish" because I am still unclear on the family tree.) Yesterday was her going away party with family and friends out near the shore of the Mississippi in Portage des Sioux (look it up. Lots of history.). It was an absolutely stunning summer day - sunny, blue sky, cool breeze - and I just loved being out there with the family. But the only thing that kept running through my head was "my anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns, hun" (whip crack). Fortunately, it was going through cousinish's head as well.

I can't wait to innundate her with Sir Mix-A-Lot memorabilia.