...on Friday morning. Leaving home about 5 a.m., hoping to get around the edge of Atlanta before traffic got bad, but after it got light enough to see and be on the defensive. As well as noting the appropriate signs and exit to get off the chaotic perimeter highway head north to TN.
To spend the weekend with some of my fave-o-rite people who live at the base of Lookout Mountain in the little community of St. Elmo. Along with the barking-est dog in the world, a schizoid cat and rabbits in a back yard hutch. The baby bunnies have gotten old/big enough to look like rabbits, instead of naked little things you don't want to touch - so we spent some time petting and handling to try to domesticate. They hide their little faces, squinch up their little pink eyes, flatten their little grey ears in an effort to become invisible. Apparently not realizing their fur is bed-sheet white, and hoping to disappear from sight: if they can't see you, a large toothy predator,you cannot see them.
We went out to eat at a local restaurant: very noisy, good food (though I only ordered a dinner salad and a dish of mac-n-cheese) and good company. Met the in-laws who were celebrating their wedding anniversary. And found themselves thoroughly amused by the fact that they bought each other identical 'happy anniversary' cards. Now we can start wondering how much longer before they start looking alike? Becoming mirror images/identical twins.
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