Atlanta

We are on our way, after Mariano checks the oil and air in our tires, to Atlanta. We are going to get Mariano's Guatemalan Pass Port. So I hope that things go okay and we are in and out of there then we might get to go shopping. I had thought about calling Sis. Simpson to go and eat lunch and Penny too. But we have no idea what time we will get out of there and Mariano wants to head back ASAP. So maybe next time. He might get a little upset if he knew that I put that but I mean, I don't think it is something to hide. But that is just how he is. So he is hollering at me to go, we should be back tomorrow night. Quick trip I know...