Can You Say Tax Write-Off?

Sorta Working Cathy-on-a-Stick came along for the ride. I told her to mingle, but she didn't want to stick her neck out.

Interstate Exit Shenanigans

We stopped at some random I-16 exit, pulled into a gas station, and found Mosely's Farm next door, where llamas, and geese, and goats, and a rhea joined a few cows. This bull wanted a taste of Cathy-on-a-Stick. Can't say I blame him. She's finger-lickin' good.

Would You Rather...?

Be squeezed by balls? (Oh, c'mon. They're Bocce balls.)

...Or a big brother?

Seafood + Alligators = Crab Shack

Cathy-on-a-Stick was in the mood for some great seafood, so we zoomed down the Tybee Road to The Crab Shack...where she almost fell into the pit of alligators. Maybe it's just me, but I don't get the connection between a restaurant with all kinds of crab dishes on the menu... and a watering hole filled with alligators. Unless I've been eating alligator meat all these years...

At the Margaret Mitchell House

Cathy-on-a-Stick and Scarlet O'Hara...I'm sorry, but I really can't tell which is which.

Finding Fireworks on the Fourth

Cathy-on-a-Stick finally found some fireworks on the Fourth. (Gee, that's a lot of f's.)

It wasn't easy, what with Mr. Old Poot refusing to go anywhere around crowds of fireworks-loving folk. But the rockets red glare showed up on the drive home, blasting over a neighborhood lake which happened to be on our way.

Oh, there were other fireworks on the Fourth. But I didn't think you'd want to see Cathy-on-a-Stick, trying to light Mr. Old Poot's um...we'll just call it fuse and leave it at that.