

Tuesday night I just was SO in the mood to do something Christmas-y. "What does that mean?", you may ask. On that particular frosty evening, this is what it meant to me: Jon & I went to see Fred Claus, then we went to Opryland hotel to see the lights! The movie was cute and fun, but really the best were the lights. We walked all through the fountains, cascades, plants, lights, and tourists as we sipped rocky road lattes (mmmm :)- it was great! When a young couple took our picture, they asked "Where are you from?", and when we said "Here", they gave us an odd look. I guess locals are supposed to be too cool to do the touristy stuff. Shhh... don't tell anyone but- maybe I'm not.