I’ll keep this brief, because I have a happy hour to get to.
Day 3, we drove from North Carolina to Nashville.
I consumed the first biscuit of the trip.
Then some Krispy Kreme donuts, and all of this took place in the first half hour of our drive.
We drove through mountains.
Then finally, in Nashville, we set out to find Connie Britton. I would have even settled for Hayden Panetierre, and yet, we came up empty.
Thanks to the lack of Connie Britton, the stop in Nashville was only satisfactory. It’s probably a blessing in disguise, though, because I had already lost the argument with my mom over if she was allowed to tell Connie Britton about my blog if we met her. Do you think Connie Britton would like my blog?
