The past 3 weeks

I drove home to Baton Rouge in Andrew's car, and I had to make a few stops along the way. This is what I encountered. These people scare me. 

I flew out of New Orleans the next day to make it to Tampa for my cousin's wedding. It was lovely. The Ritz never disappoints. Neither does a wedding in our fam.

We went to the Columbia and dined well. 

And even had sangria's.

Then on Thanksgiving, we went to Martha Stewart's my parents house. 

And ate like kings.

And drank in honor of our Tigers!

Here's where the pics end. 

We decided against going to Montgomery to watch the Iron Bowl with Andrew's cousins. 

We've had a lot going on lately. 

It would have been just too much. 

Too much driving.

Then we said, "Hell, let's just go." So we went. 

I have no pictures because I was either yelling, cheering, or holding a precious baby. 

The end.