This is the wall of our almost-completed BamaBath, aka the Pachyderm Powder Room.

When Big Al's looking down at you like this, you don't wanna hang around and read Junction Boys - you want to get done, grab a few sheets off of a Tide Roll and head on out most riki-tiki.

I think Al's about 46 inches wide (including the little (TM) mark) - and you can't get away from him, because he's facing the mirror - while you're trimming your nose hair, Big Al is looking over your shoulder.

Look the other way, and you'll see Bear Bryant's picture - and having Bear stare at you while you're on the potty isn't very comfortable, either:
    
                                    

Turn around and look behind you, and you'll see the big Script A:

                                    

And there's no easy escape - as you open the door to leave, if you look to your left, you'll see The Catch and The Takeaway to your right:


                                   


..and, looming before you, the Hanging Houndstooth (with a bottle of Coca-Cola and a bag of Golden Flake (thanks to Jerry in God's Country for the potato chips - you can't get 'em in Arizona :)


                                   



I think that Ethel's outdone herself with this room - it sorta makes me want to paint the whole house Crimson and White, but that's really not a Sonoran Desert theme, and the neighbors might complain.

Only 62 days until football season starts! Until then, though, we get a constant reminder - every time we walk down the main hall from the West Wing to the East Wing, here's what we see in the middle, out of the corner of our eye:


                                   


                                                               ROLL TIDE!