We’re back from the mountains.  We’ve actually been back, but I returned to midterms last week…boo!  They’re over now – time to reflect on the relaxing weekend in the Tennessee mountains…aah.  It was great – fresh air, fresh food, cool breezes.  What more could a Florida girl ask for?  And the uncles always deliver on their hosting duties.   That’s an understatement really.  They take hosting to the next level.  To ensure a morning show daily, they baited the deer before bed each night. Uncle Sam, Uncle Warren, John and I slept in a camper perched on the top of the mountain – close quarters and good times. The first morning, we awoke to this doe outside our window and Uncle Sam whispering, “We have a peeper.”

The next morning, it was a buck.  This time Uncle Sam whispered, “We have a horny peeper.”  And for the grand finale on the third day (unfortunately without commentary) – the whole family – mom, dad and baby .  I fully expect a petting zoo next year.  It was terribly disappointing to sleep through the finale.  John caught it; he’s an early bird.  But for me, the 7 a.m. show was just not manageable.   We were up late the night before watching the fireworks display.  Uncle Sam bought the fireworks at a fundraiser for the local fire department – gotta love the south!  I’d say the only thing missing from this five-star experience was a chocolate on my pillow, but we did have smores with our evening entertainment.  Bravo, boys, bravo!