Running Wild

So there’s this boy…


When I first moved to Richmond, I knew that I was about to embark on this whole new adventure.

On August 3rd, as I packed up my things and headed East to my new home, I knew a lot of things were about to change for me in ways I could not fathom into words if I tried. And let me just say that although I tried to prepare myself for these changes and to try to embrace them when they come, I was in no way ready for the new life waiting for me in RVA.

I knew that I would love my job and the people I worked with. I knew that I was going to find a church to go to and try to be involved in my new community. I knew that even though I didn’t feel like I would be, somehow I was going to be okay.

What I didn’t expect was that not only do I love my job and the people I work with, but in just a few short months these coworkers have transformed into a family in a place I now call home.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d find a church that made me want to get up on Sunday mornings. I didn’t expect to find a group of young women who I love to see every week.

I didn’t know that this was a life I wanted, much less needed.

I didn’t expect to love the rants of my neighbor who just wants to pet dogs and hand out treats.

I didn’t expect to find solace in a city. in fact I was pretty darn sure that I wouldn’t.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d meet a guy who would slowly but surely change every feeling and outlook on life I had. this was not without a lot of effort and hard work on my part. But just having him in my life has helped immensely.

We’re just friends.

But truth?

I’ve never felt so normal as I do when I’m with him. I have a lot of problems trusting people, as in I trust next to no one unless we have the same DNA.

But with the Cubs down 1-nothing in the bottom of he 8th inning, and my anxiety pouring out of me the way cars flood the highway during rush hour – inevitable and annoying – there’s this boy looking at me and telling me it’s going to be okay.

And I believe him.

I know my journey in richmond  is only just beginning, and that if I’ve learned anything these past few months (reluctantly or otherwise) it’s to just take a step back and let things happen the way that they happen.

I didn’t expect anything that’s happened since I moved here, and I’m so grateful for it, too.


Happy Sunday everyone!


Update: Not just friends.


This ain’t no tea party.


Today I ran the Rugged Maniac 5k.

As the name of the race suggests this 5k I “ran” was certainly rugged and I felt like a maniac for doing it.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about, let me explain:


A picture’s worth a thousand words, right?

This race was 3.1 miles long, had 23 obstacles, and a whole lot of mud.

There were moments when I said to myself “I can’t do this.” But it turns out I could. And I definitely did.


I ran the race my amazing coworkers. Let me introduce you to the SVC crew:

There’s Christine (C-dubs) who went to dance class before the race and totally blew the rest of us out of the water mud.

There’s Kathleen (KV) who works out with her body builder boyfriend at a place called the weight room which is what she did the day before the race.

There’s Cassie who has the cutest prince of a German Short-haired Pointer you ever did see (Deacon needed to be mentioned). She rocked the course as her and Kathleen pretty much lapped me if that was possible.

There’s Jessica who I work with more often than anyone else usually. It was awesome to see her out of scrubs and kicking that course’s a**.

And of course there’s Dr. Kara Kolster  (Kolster or K) who heads up our whole team. Without her there’d be no team to begin with. Oh, and she crossfits before work most days of the week.

Together we make up the “50 Shades of Spay”


(From right to left: K, me, KV, Cassie minus Deacon, C-dubs, and Jessica)

As you can see I am among the elite and not to mention slightly out of my athletic league here. But I kept up a good pace and actually ran when my shoes weren’t being swallowed up by the mud.

We didn’t finish the race together but to tell you the truth it worked out better that way. Having a few of my teammates cheering me on through that last obstacle was exactly what I needed to get over that finish line.

All through the race I eavesdropped on other people’s conversations and I have to be honest I’ve never been a part of a race where everyone was so freaking awesome.

Here are a few of my favorite lines overheard on the course:

1. Dr. K at the beginning of the race: “Embrace the mud.”

2. Girl on the course: ” Oh my gosh, that was only 1 mile?!”

3. Guy after jumping across trenches made of mud: “I think my testicle just dropped” (can’t make that up if I tried)

4. Girl after crawling under barbed wire: “Does anyone have any hand sanitizer?”

5. Girl after crawling through an underground tunnel of mud, singing”: “I feely pretty. Oh so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty, and bright!”

6. Girl running next to me: “Oh good, mile 2.”

7. One of the volunteers running the race: “Don’t slow down! That’s when you go down!” Spoiler, I slowed down. And damn did I go down.


8. Me at the finish line: “Okay, where’s my free beer??”

This race was incredible, exactly what I needed, and totally worth every drop of blood (see above), sweat, and tears.

And yes, there was one tear shed right after I tackled this:


Partly because I was astounded at myself that I actually made it up the wall – ninja warrior style (with assistance). But also because the guy who grabbed my hand and pulled me up, I accidentally kicked him square in the crotch. I felt REALLY bad about that one.

I can’t speak for anyone else who finished the race, whether it be ahead of me, behind me, or right along side me. But this honestly felt like life as an adult all wrapped up in an hour and a half.

Sometimes I was (literally) stuck in the mud.

Sometimes I’d be running and then all of a sudden a very tall wall would appear and I had to hoist my short self up over it. And when I couldn’t, there was someone there hunched down right next to me with hands ready to give me a boost. Someone was offering me help and all I had to do was accept it.

Sometimes when I sized up an obstacle I’d think “I totally got this.” But if I’ve learned anything thus far, it’s that there are some things you can’t do on your own.

Other times on the course I’d size up an obstacle and think “nope, can’t do it” without even giving it a try. But then coming out the other side of it there was always a huge sigh of relief that I proved myself wrong.

And then there were times I found myself completely underwater. But here’s the thing about my head being underwater – I put myself there. I jumped off the slippery ledge to hit a gong and i missed (why? Because I’m a maniac).

Sometimes being fully submerged underwater happens. But I know I would be angry at myself if I had just walked around the obstacle instead of jumping feet first into the muddy waters.

And sometimes that’s exactly what you have to do in life.

Today was amazing and I truly feel myself nestling into a family here.

We decided that this race will become a tradition for the SVC women (and possibly Dr. Kilgore).

And next year, I’m bringing a GoPro.


Too Legit to Quit


I cannot stress this enough: I. Love. My. Job.
I love where I work. I love the people I work with. I love that I get to help bring new puppies into the world. I love that I get to do lab work. I love it. I love it. I love it.
And tonight, although I am completely drained and had to park 3 blocks away from my house and walk home in a thunderstorm after staying an hour and a half late at work, I seriously just feel blessed to have my job. Today I spent 3 hours monitoring a 17 year old dog for what was supposed to be a dental cleaning turned into a multiple tooth extraction surgery. And not only was he 17 years old, he also had a heart murmur. And I made sure he remained stable through it all. I could’ve gone home at 5pm when my shift was up. The procedure was over and he was off anesthesia. But there was still work to be done. My team needed me; my patient needed me. And it didn’t feel right to go home until I knew he was okay, and the paperwork was done.
I know a lot of people who punch out on the dot of when their shift is up regardless of whether still work to be done and regardless if people still need their help. That’s not me. That will never be me. I punch out when the work is done and not a minute before.
And I love it.

A Season of Change


There’s a strange thing that happens when you abandon your hometown and move 600 miles away from everything you know and everyone you love. It’s something that happens quick and is so subtle that you hardly notice it slipping under your skin. Then one day you go for a run and it’s just there flowing through every part of you.
That thing? It’s called faith.
Faith that I’ll push through that last mile. Faith that I’ll find my wings at work and finally fly solo. Faith that I’m going to be okay here.
When you’re lost in a brand new city and you don’t know anyone other than the people you work with, your roommate who’s never in town, and another friend who never stays in one place for longer than a week unless she’s being paid to, you do the only thing that makes sense. You find your people.
For the first time ever, I did a very grown up thing that I bet no one saw coming.
I went to church.
That’s right. Me. The stubborn girl who doesn’t trust the weatherman unless he has a window in his office, is trying to trust something she can’t even see.
Let me tell you, it’s definitely not easy. Every day I wrestle with the big what ifs and whys of the world. But every week I go to Hope Church a few blocks from my house, and every Tuesday night I meet up with an awesome group of women my age and we hash out those big questions.
I’m in a season of change and I’m just figuring it all out as I go.



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Park it like it’s hot. 


I love living in Richmond. I really do.

HOW EVER. There are two things I’m not appreciating so much.

         1. It is humid as all hell.

And 2. Parallel parking (aka how I’m the only one good at it)

I can’t really do much about the humidity other than whine, cry, and complain about it.

Parallel parking here is kind of ridiculous and I don’t ever curse as much as I do when I’m trying to find an open spot. So, in the spirit of city living, I have created a simple steps by step guide to finding a parking spot in RVA.

1. Drive to your destination.

2. Briefly scout the area for open spots.

3. Circle the block once.

4. Curse.

5. Circle the block again.

6. Curse.

7. Curse some more because you realize that every car on your street is spaced out taking up 1.5 spots.

8. Drive down the street a little ways.

9. Make a U-turn.

10. Find an open spot on the opposite side of the street which you were just on.

11. Curse.

12. Make another U-turn.

13. Find the spot you saw.

14. Realize it looked a lot wider from the other side of the street.

15. Curse.

16. Drive down the street a little ways.

17. Finally find an open spot but it looks a little small but you say “Why not?” Because you’ve been saying that a lot these days and you squeeze your little blue Chevy between two other cars.

18. Get out and inspect your park job.

19. Self five because you totally just rocked that park job.

20. Walk to your destination. 

21. Find a spot that just opened up directly in front of your destination.

22. Curse.

I wish you all the best of luck in all your future parallel parking endeavors.


You can take the girl out of the suburbs, but you can’t take the suburbs out of the girl.


I don’t keep it a secret that I don’t like big cities.

Or any city for that matter.

I like the idea of them. I appreciate cities in the sense that I like looking at postcards of the Chicago skyline that someone else took. That’s as far as my appreciation for cities goes, and I promise it does not venture out beyond that. Granted, Chicago is huge compared to other cities, but it really doesn’t matter: I. Hate. Cities.

> Drove through Milwaukee – cried.

> Drove through Seattle – cried.

> Lived within 45 miles of Chicago for my entire life – tried my best to avoid it as much as possible.

So for the past 3 months whenever someone asked me why I picked Richmond, VA as my first stop on my journey of independence… my response was always a very flip “well, why not?”

Now, after being here for a week (truly on my own for the first time in 23 years), I’m starting to see the validity in that question.

See, I never meant to actually live in the city of Richmond. I thought I could find a small apartment in the surrounding suburbs somewhere. However when I called around, there were no vacancies anywhere until October. I doubt my parents would be very pleased with me if I remained unemployed for another 3 months. Also I would go absolutely stir crazy and I’m POSITIVE my mother would block my number after the umpteen millionth time I called because I was bored and wanted her to come home and entertain me.

Therefore with the urgency of needing to move out pronto, I found the apartment of all apartments (“it’s actually a 2-flat” – dad) near downtown Richmond. Really it’s pretty perfect. I have my own room, my own bathroom, washer, dryer, dishwasher, and a roommate who travels around the country for about 75% of the time.

It’s perfect… except that it’s in a city.

I won’t lie, I have used the Olympics as an excuse to not leave the house. With the exception of needing groceries, cause you know – food, I have stayed in my little humble abode on Monument Avenue. And so far I’ve been totally fine with my agoraphobic self… until today.

My agoraphobic self and I had a little conversation this morning and we came to an understanding that I needed to leave the house; I mean 2 -flat.

I promise I’m not crazy.. but I was getting there.

I scoured the internet to see what I could do today that would get me out of the comfort zone I’ve created for myself, and settled on Maymont Mansion and Nature Center.

It was actually pretty cool. I took a tour of some old guy’s (James Dooley) really old mansion, and saw river otters. AND I rewarded myself with a Maymont pin to add to my collection. I sort of got lost coming home, but I made it back in one piece. Parallel parking wasn’t too bad either.

Maybe cities are growing on me……. nah.


Dear Mom, Dad, Hannah, & Tim


Five years ago as I was packing up my room to head off to my first semester of college, Dad gave me a flash drive that held all the music that I grew up listening to. And I listened to that playlist on repeat for that entire first semester. Somedays I go to Spotify and play Angry Eyes by Loggins and Melissa just for the heck of it. So much has changed in the past five years, but one thing that hasn’t is the music we listen to. My whole life, you all have given me everything I have ever needed and I can’t thank any of you enough for all your unconditional love and support. I could never ask for better people to grow up with, learn from, or be loved by. I might be moving across the country, but home will always be where my heart is – with all of you.

To thank you, (as a start), I’ve put together a playlist of songs that in my opinion best summarize the past five years of our lives. Playlist is on your Spotify account titled “Cheers”. Some songs you’ve heard 10,000 times. Some you’ve heard but not for a long time. And others, this will be the first time. Either way, these are all great songs by great artists that embody the great heart of this family (Tim included).



  1. All parties must be present in order to listen to this playlist. That includes Mom, Dad, Hannah, Tim, Maddy, and Lainey.
  2. Find a night when no one has to work the next day. This playlist is a little over 2 hours long and I’m betting you won’t start it until after dinner – which knowing you guys won’t be until about 8:30 or even 9 depending on how much fun you guys are having while making dinner.
  3. Pick a night when it’s gorgeous outside. You’re going to want to sit on the deck while you listen.
  4. Side note: Someone bring some tissues for Mom. She’s going to need them (spoiler: I did NOT include What a Wonderful World specifically because I wasn’t sure she could handle it along with all the other songs that might make her cry. Love you, Mom!)
  5. Also, sorry dad, there’s no Chris Stapleton on this playlist. I think we all know that if I included him, you would probably switch the playlist over to ALL Chris Stapleton.
  6. NO PEEKING. That means no looking ahead to see what’s next! I have no way of knowing if you will or won’t, but I’m trusting you. However, you MAY look at the current song that’s playing.
  7. Try your best not to replay songs. Only replay the best ones… you’ll know which ones they are. I promise.
  8. Listen to all the songs ENTIRELY. Don’t skip around, you’ll regret it. Don’t mess with the order and don’t interject any of your own songs (Queueing is NOT allowed). Also make sure the playlist is not on shuffle.
  9. I recommend playing a game of “up and down” while you listen, let me know who wins; my bets are on Hannah.

So mix your Manhattans, pour your tequila shots, uncork that 3rd bottle of wine… this is going to be a long night.


Moving Day


“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go…”

This is it – the day I’ve been waiting for. Today is the day I move to Virginia.

I graduated college. I passed my board exam. I got a job, and now I’m off on my next great adventure. I have no idea what’s ahead of me (other than an extremely long drive). I just know that this is what I’m supposed to be doing. I only know that I’m supposed to move to Virginia, I’m supposed to help animals, I’m supposed to help people, I’m supposed to put one foot in front of the other.

There’s so much that I’m leaving behind. My parents, for one, have done nothing but love and support me through every big idea I’ve ever had regardless if that idea lasted longer than a minute or 18 months or longer. They’ve stuck by me through hospitals, and school, and losing my way, and finding it again. They’ve been there through everything and there’s no way I’d be able to make this move without them.

(To Mom & Dad -) I know, although proud, you’re sad I’m leaving. But I will remind you over and over again to not be sad about anything I do; this is who you raised me to be.

Then there’s my best friend who I have shared all my secrets with first, before I shared them with anyone else if I shared them at all – my sister.

(To Hannah -) So much has changed these past few years, both for us and between us. Break ups, new relationships, hospitals, car crashes, birthdays, etc. But what hasn’t changed, nor will it ever, is that you are my sister, my best friend (yes, you share this title with Lainey – get over it), my heart, my everything. So much has been going on with both of us: your work overload and my studying and moving. And I’m sorry all that has gotten in the way of our relationship. I’m sorry I forget sometimes to tell you I love you because I assume you already know it. I do love you, and I can’t say enough how proud I am of you and what you’ve done this year with your new endeavor as a entrepreneur. Your business is going to take off, just you wait.

I am also leaving behind my four-legged furry friends Maddy, Lainey, &  also Tim (who is a two-legged person). And although I’ll miss all of them so much, I know they’re in good hands.

(To Tim -) 1. Do right by her, 2. It’s a trap.

Yes, I’m leaving behind my home and those I love. But I’ll be back. This isn’t forever, this is just my next adventure.

So, the car is all packed.

My mountain is waiting.

Better get on my way.

uncropped blue ridge parkway

A diamond taking shape.



I have been home for all of 2 weeks and I’m already incredibly homesick for Virginia. I miss the WCV and all of the friends I made there (even those who left before I did). I know it will be soon enough before I am back in the state (physically, emotionally, and mentally) where I know I belong.

So I will not use this post to whine about how I am not in Virginia because I really am grateful to be back here in the good ol’ flatlands of Illinois with my family – honest! Instead I am going to talk about a man who, 2 weeks ago, was my teacher and mentor and is now no longer considered either as I have since graduated.

This man’s name is Dr. Eric Bergsten and he is one of the vets who taught at my school. He’s a pretty awesome guy; I owe him a ton of gratitude for all that he’s done for me. He wrote me one of the 3 letters of recommendations I needed to get into the WCV externship (thank you!). He spoke very highly of me when the place I used him as a reference called him inquiring about me (thank you!!). And he also was one of the best teachers I’ve ever had the pleasure of learning from.

Dr. Bergsten deserves a special thank you from me for reasons I can only explain in the thank you letter I sent to him today:

May 16, 2016

Dear Dr. Bergsten,

First off I just wanted to say thank you so much for the past year and a half. I learned so much from all of the teachers at Fox College, however I believe I learned the most about patient care and animal compassion from you.

Almost a year ago I was having a tough time in my personal life and I was considering either dropping from the program indefinitely or at least postponing my education for a bit. I thought I had made my decision: I planned on finishing the term and then I would drop. I had made up my mind; that is until I went to one of your last lectures for the term.

The class you were teaching was “Emergency Medicine for Small Companion Animals”. In general that class was tough for me. Between the personal problems I was facing at home and memorizing all the potential toxicities for dogs and cats as well as studying various protocols for different emergency cases, I’ll be honest I struggled quite a bit as I’m sure many of my fellow classmates did as well. No matter the class nor the topic though, you always gave us all the information we required to prepare us for our future patients (and clients) regardless of the difficulty of the content. I thank you for never “sugar coating” the real world of working in a clinic setting.

I digress to the reason I stayed in the vet tech program: your last lecture that had been about different animal abuse cases you’ve seen throughout your many years in practice.  You showed us some pretty gruesome pictures and you shared some even worse, unbelievable stories. The one that truly sunk in, however, and pulled at my heart strings was the case of the dog who was hit over the head with a shovel. That was such a chilling story and it was just as difficult to hear as I’m sure it was for you to recount. But I thank you for sharing that story with us on that day when I needed to hear it the most.

For the first time in many grueling months of long lectures and nonstop studying, I felt, for lack of a better word: needed. After hearing about what those animals had gone through at the hands of humans who were not so much as worthy of their loyalty nor their kindness, I finally started feeling the way I did during my very first term at Fox College. I realized that no matter the difficulties I was facing in my personal life, there was an animal in the world that needed an advocate, a voice, a friend. And after listening to you speak of just a small handful of those who needed someone to stand up on their behalves, I promised myself from that moment on I was going to do my best to speak for those who cannot – just as you have done for your entire career. Thank God for people like you and for every other doctor and technician at the Vet Tech Institute at Fox College.

To summarize, within a 45 minute lecture period and without saying anything more than what was necessary, you captivated the attention of 42 veterinary technician students and taught them an unforgettable lesson in both practice and in life: above all other trials we may face, be an advocate to those whom have no voice. That lesson alone is what helped me put one foot in front of the other that day and each day thereafter and vow to be as loyal and as kind as the companions we share this earth with.

Part of our job in this field is to humanely say farewell to those who cannot or will not fight anymore. Although that is something I will never fully be prepared for and I know will never sit quite right with me, I think that is exactly how I am supposed to feel. And I know that it is both the burden and responsibility we all share as professionals in the veterinary field, for we have each taken an oath “to alleviate animal suffering… conscientiously and with sensitivity”.

Dr. Bergsten, you did an amazing job preparing us for our futures as veterinary technicians and I can only hope that eventually in the course of both my career and each of my fellow classmates’ in cohort 11DV14 that we take shape into the diamonds you saw we could be 18 months ago.

I’ve recently come back from a job interview from a small animal hospital near Richmond, Virginia. I heard from the Drs. whom were interviewing me that you had some very kind words to say about me when they called you. That interview went extremely well and providing I pass the VTNE in July I could potentially have a job waiting for me in the state of our nation’s capital.

I cannot thank you enough for all that you’ve given me. Not just for the wonderful reference for the job in Richmond, but for also teaching me, encouraging individual thought process on case studies, instilling in me a sense of curiosity and joy for learning, and uncovering a deep mantle of compassion and empathy to which continues to push me forward with each passing day.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
All the best,

Libby Wickwire

Thanks for everything, Dr. B – Cheers!

The Penny War.


There’s 15 days left of my externship. There’s 23 days until I graduate. Damn time moves fast. I mean, not any faster than one second at a time. But still… it feels like it flew by. Sometimes I’ll sit and zone out for a few minutes and I’ll think about how I got here. It’s been a very long and crazy 18 months. But I think I’m ready for the next chapter – whatever that may be.

These past two days have been incredibly long. The vet staff has been getting out consistently at 5:00PM every night but the rehabbers have been staying until at least 6:30PM. So the past two nights I decided to stay late and help them. And I’m so glad I did because night after chopping up fruits and vegetables, sweeping, and mopping for the rehab staff – I learned how to tube feed baby opossums. They’re so adorable oh my goodness. They would totally fit in my pocket…
Once all the babies were fed we finally left the center at 7:00PM. But our work was not done yet. Instead of going home we drove to a park with a box of 3 bunnies and released them into a forest. Sometimes my job is really hard. We euthanize so many animals it’s really hard to stomach sometimes. I’ve been here for almost 7 weeks and I’ve stopped going into the radiology room to help with intake animals because most of the time animals who go in there for an exam don’t come out alive. Most of the time the animals we get are too far gone to save. Their wounds are usually old and necrosing, or they are very neurologic and can’t walk, stand, or see. Most of the time we are their final stop.
Even though it makes my days longer, working with the rehab staff helps me end my days on a good note. It sucks going home knowing the last patient you saw of the day didn’t make it. There’s just something truly remarkable about releasing an animal back into it’s habitat, or even feeding a baby opossum and helping it grow up to be released. That’s the feeling I like going home with – like I’m doing more good than harm.

I know that I’ve said over and over again how much I love this house and these people. But let me just give one more example of how awesome it has been living here.
One night a few of us were in the front living room playing video games. Jena had gone to the bathroom and when she came back she told us that there was a penny taped to the ceiling. Maggie, Ky, and I all kind of brushed it off like she was crazy and continued to play video games. Later Ky went to the bathroom and came back and said that Jena was crazy there was no penny. Thirty seconds later Maggie and I each got a text from Ky saying that she stole the penny! I feel like it was much funnier when it happened… but the story’s not over yet.
A couple days later Ky found a penny taped to the ceiling over her bed. And thus the start of the penny war had begun. We then taped a penny over Jena’s bed and for about a week we all went back and forth between Jena and Ky’s beds taping pennies to their ceilings.
Then yesterday I came home, dropped my stuff off on my bed, and for some reason I felt like I had to look up. Sure enough, there was a penny taped to the ceiling over my bed. I ran over to Maggie’s room to see if she had one too – she didn’t. I needed to get some pay back here but I didn’t know what. I started with trying to tape another penny over Jena’s bed. And as you all know I am pretty damn short. So I went out to the living room where the rest of the house (minus Jena, Ky, and Maggie) was sitting eating dinner and watching TV, and tried to enlist the help of some taller people.
I told them the story of the penny war. I think they found it funny? Mostly they just thought I was crazy and pretty much wouldn’t help me move the dresser and climb on top of it to tape a penny to the ceiling. Rude, right??
Not sure what to do next I did the only thing I could think of: I called Maggie. And good thing I did because her idea was brilliant. She told me to tape a penny to the ceiling of everyone’s bed in the house. I got everyone – including Karen who sleeps on the bottom of a bunk bed; all except for Elise. She was watching a movie and wouldn’t leave her room. Damn her.
When Maggie got home I told her I needed her to lure Elise out of her room so I could tape the penny to her ceiling. Also I was exhausted from working 11 hours that day and the sole reason I was still awake was to finish taping pennies to everyone’s ceiling. Elise was the last one and after that I was going to bed.
Maggie knocked on Elise’s door, poked her head in and said one of the most for sure ways to get Elise out of her room: “Hey, do you want to play a drinking game?”
At first I was super grateful to have Elise out of her room and I accomplished my goal for the night. YAY! But then I felt obligated to play the game with the rest of the house so it didn’t look suspicious. Three beers and 2 hours later, I regret nothing.
Once the game was over we all went to bed… sort of. I heard Maggie laughing and saying something about a penny so I went to check out what was going on. Elise had found her penny. At first she was super confused, but then accepted it and walked away with it. She came back a minute later and said “There. Now someone else can find the penny.”
And thus begins penny war II.
Game on.