Beer is Not My Friend

Its been awhile since I've had more than one beer, but as Rylie and I sat outside at Hillman enjoying the sunshine and our lunch of burgers, I indulged in several beers over the course of the afternoon. I either forgot or never realized how bloated and gross, over indulging makes me feel...I may be dying. And look, I now have a beer baby!





My bum was feeling better today until I was walking through the park to a coffee meetup, and stepped in a hole. I experienced the kind of pain that makes you nauseated and break out into a cold sweat...is this what turning sixty is going to be like?





My daughter Rapunzel.



I saw this on FB today so it must be true; I know it captures how Im feeling.



Tom T, thanks for your insight on yesterdays post :)