Stayed home. Saved gas. Made myself useful around the house. One of those things you have to do from time to time to keep the peace. If you know what I mean. Got plenty accomplished so I feel like the weekend wasn't a total loss.
In the meantime I'm posting a few shots I took down in Georgia, from our trip to pick up Elizabeth. This is Pete's 58 Plymouth, and we were having a fun drive from Forsyth to Juliette where we had dinner at the Whistle Stop Cafe (yes, the one from the movie). Pete recently had to part with her so it was the first and last time we got to ride in her. Thanks Pete. We left with some great memories of our trip (aside from that whole breaking and entering matter)!



Parked alongside the Whistle Stop Cafe. It really was like stepping back into a scene from the movie. I should have gotten more photos, the place was almost as it was in the film, right down to the counters and booths.
And yes, we did have us some Fried Green Tomatoes.