happy weekend

First off, happy birthday to my "little" brother Kevo, turning the big 25 tomorrow.  (Here's to lower insurance rates, kiddo!  Here's to being a true adult!)


Justin is sitting next to me playing Oregon Trail on facebook.  Everyone's getting cholera.  And someone just stole 60 bullets.

My dear friend Jules is in Europe right now (for three weeks!).  I decided on a closer adventure.  On Tuesday, Justin and I went and finally got our tattoos.  It was fun, albeit a little painful -- though I was expecting worse.  I was thinking searing pain, and it was more like little bee stings.

I'll be 28 in a few months, still, I was nervous to tell Mom.  I'm horrible at keeping secrets from her, though, so I called her on the way home to get it over with.  She said "I don't like you anymore.  And I don't like that husband of yours, either.  He's not my favorite son-in-law anymore."  And then she giggled.  For several minutes.  Justin: "Tell your mom that no matter how many tats she gets, she'll always be my favorite mother-in-law."

She called later on that evening: "Does it hurt?  I hope so."

We're thinking about getting her a gift certificate to a local parlor.

Here's the design we got, based on something I made for Justin for his 26th birthday (our first birthdays celebrated together).  We still laugh at how sheepish he felt at getting this framed handmade gift.  He had bought me a Strongbad T-shirt.  :)





(This was right after the tattoo was finished, it will lighten up as it heals.  Also... could I have more freckles?).

Talking to our good friend Levi, he asked where we'd gotten them at.  Justin's is on his shoulder, and mine is on my back.  "Oh..." he said, "where at on your back?"

I began laughing, realizing he was tactfully trying to suss out whether I'd gotten a tramp stamp, also known as a lower-back tattoo.  I set his fears at ease and let him know it was up on my shoulderblade, but had a good laugh at him all the same.

We have paper-writing to get to today, but we're going to take it easy this morning, grab some coffee, head downtown to the Bagelry for some warm bagels (the kind with the huge granules of salt, like on a pretzel!  Yum!).

Two more weeks... and then some sunshine in LA.  We're coming, Chris!  (That is, unless you die of dysentery first).