|This is the tumbler barrel|
|Shot drying on a towel|
When the shot is completely dry I scoop it to store it in the tumbler barrel. I pick up the edges of the towel to gather it together in the center and every time this is what I see:
|It's a shot heart! I mean, a heart out of shot...|
Every time! I don't mean to make a heart out of my tumbler shot. It's the Universe telling me that my tumbler loves me. It must be.