It turns out that a six hour tattoo, followed by whiskey at the bar across the street, does not make for a happy Monday morning. Then again, this tattoo is going be off the proverbial hizzy (after I spent many, many more hours with my amazing tattoo artist, Cindy). And I met a lot of really nice people last night (also thanks to Cindy).
I’m just waiting for Janelle to get home so she can lotion up my back and then I’m falling asleep for at least 10 hours.
In honor of Mother’s Day, Dylan and I went rollerskating (along with my mom and stepdad).