23 Thousands Breaths

I was watching Long Island Medium (guilty pleasure) and a discussion about someone's last breath came up. I took to Google; curious to find out how many breaths we take in a day...in a year...in a lifetime. I'm morbidly inquisitive. Mark didn't even flinch when I told him how many breaths we take a day...he's used to randomly delicious "Rain Man" Tishy.

Apparently we take around 23,000 breaths a day. (More if you workout...so I'll add a thousand extra since I breath like an out-of-shape fool no matter what I do.)

All those breaths wrapped up in beautiful adventures. I'm thankful for all those breaths and all the memories with the friends.

A beautiful day to visit a country music exhibit.

Iconic photography

The heifa avoids the camera like a Kardashian avoids anonymity.

I don't always see sheep, but when I do I think of best pal, Jenn.

I heart country music. Well some...not all. The good old stuff.

Think this might be Mark's first creeper, candid shot of me. I swooned.