Hot pink muffies

We had our second Nashville visitor! Josh came from the Birmingham to stay the weekend. There was, of course, lots of camouflage and gun involvement. 

Mike donned my hot pink ear protectors and ended up wearing them for over an hour because they kept his ears warm. He proved that comfort does win over fashion on some occasions. 

Our efforts to eat at new restaurants were thwarted by a two hour wait at one and an unknown restaurant break between the lunch and dinner hours at another. So, we forced ourselves to have fried macaroni and cheese and pizza at Mafiaozas and then mountains of chips and jalapeno ranch salsa at Chuy's. Obviously, we didn't cry rivers of tears for very long. 

We also took Josh down to Broadway for the honky tonk experience. Let's just say, I don't totally love the honky tonk experience. Something about the bad cover bands/smoke/drunk people thing that just isn't the love of my life. Plus, I've never been one for a late night unless there is vigorous dancing involved. 

Off to my fourth week at Vanderbilt tomorrow. Oh, the stories I have to tell. Mental health is just mental health. People are crazy and I choose to deal with them as a career. I had hoped that things would be oh so very different at Vanderbilt, but it's seemingly just another stressful environment dealing with situations that I could not make up out of my imagination.