Three Dollar Cafe and other stuff

I promise Justin and I don't eat all the time.

While we were out running errands Sunday afternoon, Justin suggested we eat at Three Dollar Cafe in Norcross since we were up there and hungry. It was on the second floor of a small shopping strip. It seems to be a sports pub-type restaurant...nearly twenty large screen televisions all showing football games.

We ordered chips and salsa to start. We were hungry. Justin ordered the pecan bleu salad with balsamic vinaigrette. I had the USA salad with honey mustard dressing and topped shrimp tossed in hot sauce. We didn't have to wait long for our food to arrive since it was 3:00 p.m. and they weren't very busy.

Justin and I cleaned our plates. The chips were good and the salads were even better.

Prior to this, we went to Brandsmart in Doraville and purchased a new Hoover. We've been looking at vacuum cleaners for a while and had decided to wait for a while to purchase a new one. A couple of weeks ago, we purchased one for Justin's mother for her birthday and she told us over Thanksgiving how much she was enjoying it. This convinced us to go ahead a buy one for us, too. We liked the Hoover Whisper Cyclonic because it is so quiet. We also like it because you can empty the dirt "cup" with one hand and the filter never has to be replaced. You simply wash it with water every three months. Yay!

After we returned home, we raked the driveway. I'm ashamed to say that you couldn't see our driveway because it was covered by leaves and pine straw. I'm not exaggerating. You couldn't see concrete. Our yard still needs some attention, but at least the house no longer looks abandoned.

While we were bagging leaves and straw, Justin called for me to turn around because he wanted to show me something he found in a pile of leaves. I turn around and see Justin holding a snake by it's tail. I refrained from screaming at the top of my lungs, but I start yelling for him to put it down as I back into the road. That's just nasty! As I'm going into panic attack mode, I ask him if it's dead and he says it appears to be but it hasn't been dead too long since it is still soft. While standing in the road, I begin yelling for him to put it down and he simply drops in on the driveway. I then start yelling for him to move it and he wants to know where I want it. I want him to make sure it's dead so he stomps it a few times and says, "There! It's definitely dead now! Where do you want it?" He starts to throw it in our yard and I stop him and suggest/demand that he throw it in our neighbor's yard. We're such good neighbors.