In which I overuse the word "nice"

I almost forgot how nice it is to enjoy warm weather, walk outside, and spend time with my hubby and sweet daughter without worrying about work, the internet, cleaning the house . . . Luckily, I was reminded of the niceness last night. Adam and I had to bring some stuff the boys forgot back downtown. Because we hadn't driven back and forth from Atlanta this weekend (reminding us once again how nice it will be to live down there . . . keep praying!)

So since we were already downtown, we stopped by Ikea. They have such a nice selection of appliance, knobs, beds, toys, plants, frames, and so on and so forth. We love wandering around and imagining all the redecorating we could do, in order to make our house that much nicer. So that someone will buy it.

After Ikea, we discovered that terrible hour had arrived: rush hour. We knew attempting the drive home at this time would be a terrible, awful mistake. So we did what any smart person would: went to get some delicious Mexican food. And I do mean delicious. Cheese dip and diet coke with my two favorite people, my life felt complete.

Since the weather was so nice (and it was still rush hour), after dinner we decided to walk across the street and wander around Oakland cemetery for a while. Which sounds creepy, but Oakland Cemetery is actually a really nice, historic cemetery with lots of old and historic gravesites. Like 1800s old. Like Margaret Mitchell historic. And the surroundings and weather were just so nice - I took a whole slew of pictures. How could I resist?




Nice, right?