30 Day Minimalism Challenge: day eleven

Day 11.


Today was definitely one for the books. Though I was very tired this morning, I found myself browsing Poshmark while laying in bed trying to muster the energy to get up. All of a sudden my phone rings and it’s my younger brother. He needed me to get him and take him to the ER for a potentially broken ankle. I picked him up and took him in. I was imagining us as old and grey people with dentures pushing him in the wheelchair. I feel like it won’t be long before that comes true at the rate time gets away from us.

Luckily his ankle isn’t broken, but it was too swollen to tell if he tore anything. They sent him home with a boot and crutches until the swelling goes down. We ran through a drive thru on the way to take him home. Then I stopped and grabbed Chris and I some lunch. Then I went back home and did some tax filing for my brother.

My best friend and I had planned a girls night tonight about a week ago or so. So sometime around 430pm she picked me up and we hit up the town. We went to the thrift store and to Marshall’s. We checked out a couple different wine places and then Walmart. We went back to her house and cracked open our newly purchased bottles.

I’m still learning what wines I do and don’t like. So far, I really only have liked two different ones, moscatos. Out of the two we had tonight, the Apothic Dark was better on my tastebuds (even though it wasn’t like “oooh yum” to me). The other was a no go for me.

We had a loud music session in the garage; dancing, singing, laughing, and being silly. It was a lot of fun. I don’t have a kid free night very often, but it was so nice to think of only myself for a bit.

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