Whirlwinded

So we went to the aquarium that Atlanta touts like the second coming of Yahweh on Thursday and it pretty much kicks ass (probably not like Jesus, but they're just fish after all) with its beluga whales and giant tank of sharks (like in Jaws II, but without the death) and otters that you know are constantly coming up with cockeyed escape schemes to somehow end up in a 4th grader's backpack, etc., EXCEPT for this horrific room of what I guess were children manhandling poor little baby rays and shrimps and horseshoe crabs in these torture tanks. They call them "touch pools," but really they were more like "assault by toddler" pools. I can't be sure, but I think I felt my ovaries make a break for it after about 10 minutes of screaming/splashing/screaming/high pitched screaming/splashing. I assume my fallopian tubes reeled them in, but nobody better get no ideas down there 'bout birthin no babies anytime soon.

Reno and Bob Biscuits had a pretty great time, I think. They slept late (9am, suckers), explored the ATL, had some seamless interactions with the Alabama parents and helped with manly and wifely type house things of which we know not. They even made it back from the North Georgia (think Deliverance) mountains in one piece, driving a Prius no less. Speaking of the Prius (i.e. the car I will be rocking once the "Champagne Dream" craps out in 8 years or so because Camrys are like Nick Nolte and pretty much never die no matter how ridiculously beat up and wretched they get), at one point my parents were trying to find the climate controls to put on the A/C in the back and my dad kept yelling, "Is it getting you in the rear?!?!!" Good times with the fam.

Now that they're gone, I totally need a nap and to catch up on about 960 minutes of work, but I'm really happy they came and hope they know I love them so much it makes my heart hurt even if they sometimes think I'm a total ingrate and that my BLOG IS SO NOT PROFESSIONAL. Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Reno. No need to be a hater. XOXOOXOXXO.