Yesterday was a day full of emotions and feelings including a heart to heart talk with Megan, the two of us crying in tandem, leaving us spent and exhausted. My remedy for this was chamagne, since we had an open bottle in the refrigerator, left over from the weekend. I drank a glass and a half, which if you know me, is pretty much my limit; I was feeling quite giddy. Then a friend called to ask if I wanted to go out and drink some beer on what was a beautiful sunny day. Of course I said yes. I remember drinking the first half of the first beer I had. After that...I think I talked alot, I know I had more beer, but Its kind of a blur. No. I will never ever learn, and yes, I will continue to overshare.
Despite not feeling stellar this morning, I did my five mile walk, which left me feeling much improved. The weather is once again gorgeous, and I was able to convince Megan and Oliver to go for a drive with me. Originally our distination was Burnsville, but because Meg has never been to Marshall, we changed course and visited there; she likes the town just as much as me.
"In order to love who you are, you can't hate the experiences that shaped you." -Andrea Dykstra
These wine bottles remind me of the ads for dating sites. You get lured in with photos that look like the first two bottles, but in reality its full of men that look like the third bottle.
Seen from the correct angle, this sign for Marshall, lines up with all of the buildings across the river.
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