you say potato i say potato

as you all know yesterday was tattoo day. yesterday was also a day i wasn't very nice to myself.

meet cinderella. which of course is not her real name because no one gets a real name here. however, she already has a cool fairy tale name as her real name so here she gets to be cinderella. i just want to say that choosing a tattoo artist is like choosing a doctor. you have to click. you have to be comfy. cinderella was my 4th interview. we clicky clicky clicked. she even has a grey short haired feline which you can see in the photo over her right shoulder. cool, right?

anyway, cinderella promised me it wouldn't hurt as bad as everyone said. something should have clicked with my pain meter that i had no reference point. cinderella has not had children - but obviously she has a tattoo. or two.

there she be in all her glory. "The world breaks everyone and some are stronger in the broken places." E. Hemmingway.

i was surprised at the location of the most pain. the bottom line people. and back by my achillies tendon. on the bottom line we had to take a break every 3 letters.

trying to distract myself i was texting a few people. jake, btw, who spent friday night in the e.r. after being gifted a concussion while playing baseball, said i was a baby. in all jest.

other friend, who does not have a blog name yet, said, 'what part about sticking 1,000 needles into your skin did you not get?' . @sshole. i said. again, in jest. at least his part was.

the collective audience is thinking, yes, you were mean to yourself. but no, my audience the tattoo is not my point.

every once in awhile i have a moment or two where i miss being a couple because there is someone else there to help you pull the load.

the washer is broke. the clothes are piled up. the house is a wreck. garage sale coming up. etc, etc, etc. all by myself. overwhelmed.

after wallowing for a few minutes and crying two tears...yes, just two...i decided a drink or two then off to bed. this is where i was not nice to myself. i drank more than two drinks. i've told you all that i'm learning to moderate. well last night that filter wasn't working.

so today, with all the things that have to get done before 10pm, imma not feeling my best.

must learn these lessons.

dance on people.