Went to Tennessee for Christmas. So, you know, stopped in Nashville at The Wildhorse Saloon. No bigs.
Fried pickles. A Christmas miracle.
Visited my old preschool/elementary school on University of Tennessee’s campus. The buildings and playground were so large and looming when I was little. Seemed so much smaller this time around.
I can’t even get over how tall/grown up/adult/awesome my baby brother is.
Visited our family land, tucked away in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains. Beautiful.
Best. Christmas. Present. Ever.
Obligatory cute cat picture.
The Frozen Southerner 