Every day in Chattanooga is a blessing in disguise. All you have to do is recognize it. On this particular day I had done nothing but piddle around the house and go to the grocery store. With each hour that passed by, the outdoors called and called louder and louder. I thought to myself, "man, it is way to nice out to pass this up for a rest day." So, I called Chandler up to make sure she had her stuff with her and we were gone ten minutes later.
Psyched.
Cheddar
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