The ATL

 We had a happy puppy during happy hour Friday, and he doesn't even drink. Much. This english bulldog found himself in love with America's favorite pastime...baseball. It took him a full hour and a half to destroy it, but mission accomplished.

Saturday morning we headed east to celebrate a very important birthday with some of my favorite blonde friends.

Blonde on the left was the hostess with the mostess. She chauffeured us around all weekend and showed us the sites (the important ones, like where Josh cheated on Fergie) and made us a delicious breakfast before we hit the road Sunday morning. She was raised right.

Doesn't the birthday girl look fabulous?! It's one of my dreams in life that I can grow my hair long enough to pull off the long curls. It's yet to happen, but its good to see others dreams come true. I can live vicariously.

The birthday girl was kind enough to pick a restaurant that served bacon wrapped jalapenos as an appetizer. Even if they were called rat toes, it didn't slow me down from eating my fair share.

We headed back Sunday morning to pick up the beast and check on the house progress. Matt's parents worked in the yard all day Saturday. Namath supervised. From a chair on the sidewalk. Verdicts still out on why this was SO exhausting.

I think he barely wanted to come home. I can understand.