Meanwhile, Beau had mentioned he had never been to Minnesota. Beau, being the southern gentleman he is, said since I wouldn't be going home again this weekend he didn't want me sitting at home worrying about my mother. That we needed to go out and do something. So...we went to Minneapolis. The mini roadtrip was exactly what the doctor ordered. It was one of the best weekends I'd had in awhile. Seriously, that man is easily my new best friend. In a completely different realm than lil Miss Nathlie! Just to put that out there!
We walked around downtown. Everywhere. All day. We wore our cowboy boots. Did I ever even mention I finally got some? Yeup, sure did. Cutest boots ever. We went to the Toby Keith bar. We went to the Mall of America. We accidentally got lost, a lot. We drove the wrong way down a one way street. We got stuck in an elevator. We accidentally paid for a free breakfast. We got hit by a snowball by a truck in front of us on the way there. We finger painted at a modern art museum. I warded off predators with a Chris Brown CD. We talked so much we forgot there was a world around us. We, ok...I, drank a lot of weeds and waters at the bar. And sometimes we just needed a McChicken. He learned what muskmelon is, and that his mother also knew. Silly Texan.
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We decided we were going to make my mom a care package and go visit her sometime. I can't tell you what all is in this care package, because she reads this. But it's going to be a good one. And part of it is going to be hilarious.
Seriously, between Nathalie and Beau, I have the two best friends. So happy and lucky to have them. Not to mention, the best family a girl could ask for. I'm just amazed by how lucky I am to have such great people in my life.