My bedroom in Augusta faces East, and the bright fall sunshine woke me up much earlier than I would have liked this morning. But it didn’t matter, because my parents were close on the heels of the sun. Trav and Kate wanted me to go to breakfast with them at the Waffle King. They think Waffle King has the best pancakes. That’s right, we go to the Waffle King for pancakes.
Initally, I wanted to go, and then on second thought I decided not to go, because Trav has a tendency to kidnap after breakfast, and I wasn’t in the mood to be kidnapped this morning. But Kate promised that she would make sure I made it back home after breakfast. So I was pressured into it. And I did make it home, but not before we went to see Mrs. Kim, and then to the bike store, and to the storage building where my dad keeps all his stuff my mom won’t let him keep at home. And we only took a couple of detours to look at buildings.
Now I am sitting out under the pergula with the dogs. It is quite possibly one of the most beautiful days ever. EVER. It is one of those days that makes me remember why I live in Georgia. There is a sensory overload almost. The chimes at Good Shepard are playing music, while the airplanes from the air show fly in at Daniel Field fly overhead, the tea olives make everything smell wonderful, and the breeze is perfect. Oh, and the mockingbirds are yelling about something. Plus, I have my two precious dogs, even if Bo did growl at me this morning. 
Bella
Bo
And these are my parents, Trav and Kate, arguing about what we are going to do with the back yard – all of our pretty trees had to be taken down after one of them fell into the treehouse. Our next door neighbor had to take all of his trees down too, so it looks like a tornado ripped through the two yards.
In a little while, we will go inside and watch football. I suggested instead of working in the yard this morning, that we get a twelve pack of PBR and go to Daniel Village and watch the airshow from the parking lot. But obviously my parents have no sense of adventure. Daddy and I thought this was a great idea, because neither of us are allowed to drive if we have been drinking at all, so Mama ends up having to deal with us. Which we think is pretty funny. We could have ridden bikes I guess, except my dad dropped his off at the store this morning. But it is a perfect day for an airshow, the sky is amazing.
I’m excited about the football though. I hope Notre Dame beats USC, and I hope LSU beats Florida, even though I normally like to root for the SEC east, I’m going to cheer for LSU this time.
Obviously the Dawgs are going to dominate. I thought about going to Nashville for the game, but it is a long way, and I really like to watch football on tv with my dad, you can see so much more, and there a lot of other games I want to see today besides Georgia beating Vanderbilt.
A yellow jacket just tried to bother me, and I thought about smashing him, but he flew away and it wasn’t worth it.
Okay, the ants are biting me, I’m going inside.
Love y’all.
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