It was a perfect fall day. We ran all over this city. I did some house hunting. What a relief to get that out of the way. MS and I will draw straws to see who has to go to medical school.
Should have known when I saw this guy at the start it would be a good day. I assume it's a bulldog? I think I need it. For my new yard, featured above.
Done. And looking pretty worse for the wear.
Dressing for the scorching summer heat is easy. Wear as few clothes as possible. When it gets cool, things get a little trickier. Rule of thumb is to be cold when you walk out the door, or dress like its 20 degrees warmer. I don't like being cold, so I usually end up overdressed. The fleece vest was too much. Takeaway: follow the rules.
Leigh Anne brought a Tennessee fan. I cropped out his orange pants.
We had to go get a yellowhammer - we hadn't had one all season. I think it was good luck.
The twins brother was there with his precious little girl. We didn't take her to Gallette's.
Meredith and I got asked if we were twins. Brought back some memories. 
Thanks for being you - and bringing so much joy to our family!
Even if the furry one doesn't always seem so joyful.
We love you and can't wait to celebrate with you! Happy Birthday!
MS is fascinated with this. We walked ALL OVER one Sunday looking for it, and here we found it, when we weren't looking at all. Pretty deep implications there.
Finally, 5 blocks later, we arrived. Grizz had his toes crossed he was getting the Elvis cupcake - complete with bacon.
Birthday cake with fruity pebbles and captain crunch. No bacon.
Five blocks does him in. I laugh when people ask if he runs with us.
This was two hours later. Still exhausted. Maybe a little angry too.
I thought a two hour rest was enough that we could go to the park. By 'go' I mean drive the two blocks there and sit on a bench. But he was having none of it.
I think he knew I was the brain behind the operation, because he wouldn't take a picture with me to save his life.
MS found this great place to watch the game, but we decided to keep our plans, not located under the interstate. And with windows.
Funny. Until I realized a mile later neither of us packed our debit card. Which left us with one bottle of water and no gatorade. MS' plan was to scavage the ground for dollar bills floating around. Better than my plan of, um, hoping I wouldn't get thirsty in the next couple hours. 
Took this to distract myself from asking someone at the park for money.
Instead we took the more honorable approach and broke into the UAB tennis courts and drank their water. From a water bottle that was laying on the court. Don't judge. Or judge. Either way, we got something to drink. 
12 miles down.