Came home to Tennessee with Deas. We got a bit of time off and thought we'd spend the weekend back home with our dad's. Damn, what a great time. The four of us all went to the race track and got shit faced. Trace called Dad and we placed a bet in the little shit's honor and he won. I got to remember to send him that six hundred bucks. Hmm. Nah.
Lynn and Momma are doing their annual, "best friends bonding" shit and she joined Justin's tour for a bit. I might need to stay around Memphis to check that Bitchrittany doesn't burn down the house in one of her drama induced epiosdes. Momma's right, the bitch needs a job and needs to grow the fuck up.