Yesterday my sister and my dad had scheduled a time for getting tattoos, the first one for both of them.
My sister was first out and she got a butterfly by the neck, it turned out great.
Next was my dad who got a rose, the tattooist had drawn this rose himself and I think it looks friggin great, suits my dad and his arm very well.
They both got them done at Inkhouse Tattoo and I think that the guy there is very good at what he’s doing. Both my sister and dad didn’t think it hurt at all basically and both of them have plans for additional tattoos. My dad even wants to get his next one done with me as the first one was done with my sister, and I might have an idea already for a tattoo I would wanna get
I just realized when I entered out kitchen that I got two big and dead fishies in there… Why? My dad has his b-day party today and yesterday when my mom went shopping she couldn’t get a hold of the type of salmon that they wanted to serve, so what to do? Well, the oldest daughter (me) is kind enough to volunteer driving to all three bigger stores where she lives to see if she can find them. On the first store I found them, this poor little dead things and I’m the savior of the party, or so I’d like to think at least.
Good thing about the kitchen was that I saw that I got my favorite magazine in the mail yesterday! I’ve got a subscription to this magazine and it was worth every penny. It’s about dogs and I read everything in it, every article, every notice and every ad.
Since I’ve got a couple of hours before I gotta get moving I might end up reading my precious magazine. Have to be a few hours earlier than the party due to me being the one holding the fishies (I still haven’t figured out how to have them in the car so I don’t have them dripping) It’s ok though, I might just take the dog for a long walk or run a bit, I feel restless and some exercise could do the trick.
Life goes on