Ain’t there just something about the South? Can’t you feel it stronger in Mobile than just about anywhere else? I don’t know about y’all (hi mom!), but I can. Stopped to visit The Brand (Brandy and Brandon) at their sweet retro pad in that sleepy, seaside slice of Southern heaven pie called Mobile, Alabama.

Brand with his slavishly obedient doggy Jackson.

Inkpen with Brand’s reluctant-to-be-held pooch Jackson in The Brand’s awesome yard - that always makes me want to take a nap under a tree.

From the big chair in his basement, Brand teaches the whole world how to chill.

Inkpen on the front porch. “Song song of the South/sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.”

A steaming hot plate of crawdads, AKA a nightmare in your mouth.

Brandy: As close to sexy as eating a crawdad gets.

A contemplative Brandon sucks the marrow out of (one of) the worst things in life.

Inkpen shows us how she really feels about crawdads!

Sisters-in-law.

Brandon holds Brandy as she begins to stress over Ink Pen and Sweet Bronco’s impending departure.
“You mean they won’t be at the house when we get home from work today?” she asks.
“You hit the nail on the head,” he says.
“We’ll see you for Thanksgiving,” Bronco says.
That ain’t gonna work because it’s far too long to spend apart!
“Try 4th of July, compadre,” Brandon suggests through a winning smile.

Brandy cheers up as we get closer to planning our next visit.

The Brand says 4 of J is, “all good.” Hey! Wait a minute. Where’s Inkpen????

Oh, there she is! Hey, it’s all good.