Last week, Scott and I went home to Atlanta. Well, I went home to Atlanta. Scott came with. We got in on Saturday, and on Sunday, the impossible. It snowed. In Atlanta. For hours. At my parents' house, there was only an inch or two, but other areas got a lot more and many of the surrounding counties closed schools on Monday. We were supposed to go visit Meaghan on Sunday, but the snow and ice kept us in the house. I tried to get a few shots...
From the back door
Out the front windows
On Monday, Mom and I finally made it up to Rome to see Meaghan and her super-cute kid, Logan. I forgot to take any pictures while we were there, so I'm stealing some from Meaghan...
It was kinda all downhill from there, unfortunately. On Tuesday, I came down with something, and I still haven't shaken it. On Wednesday, we tried to go out to lunch, but I couldn't even eat or sit up hardly and ended up at the clinic and then back home in bed. On Thursday we did some shopping and running around. We didn't want to go back to the house and sit around, so we ended up at Kennesaw Mountain (which, for those of you not from Atlanta, is a Civil War battleground site).
Dad took us out for dessert that night and I got chocolate pie that looked great...wish I could've tasted it. But I'm sure Mom didn't mind the leftovers. On Friday, we packed up, had lunch at Chick-fil-a, and headed to the airport. I'm pretty bummed that I was sick most of the time, but at least I was in a familiar place and knew where to find a doctor. Guess I'll just have to step up my efforts to get my parents to come visit sooner!
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