Reasons to proofread your tattoo.

(Though in her journal, she says the typo is on purpose, and OMIGOD why are people so MEEEEEN. So maybe the link should really say, "reasons dumb people shouldn't get tattoos.")

Not only is it spelled wrong, it's a fug-ugly tattoo, and it seems to be on an unattractive part of the body.

Those who are paying attention may notice I've not left the house. I'm going to correct this now, really.

Why would anyone get a deliberately misspelled tattoo? "Wrod" makes me giggle when I type it, but I wouldn't want it on my ASS forever.

I'm up so early (hell yes, it's early for me on a Saturday) because I have to go to a friend's grandmother's funeral. I only vaguely remember the grandmother, though I did meet her at some point or another. I'm really just going to be all supportive of my friend, but -- damn, baby. A Saturday morning?

I just finished my cereal, and I need to get a move on.

Yuck, I didn't need to see that tattoo before breakfast.

JCPenney is using a cover of "99 Red Balloons" in a Valentine's Day commercial.

Not only did they use the song but they elevatorized it shamefully. I was not pleased.

Woo Hoo and
Happiest Birthdays to Kristin and Maria!

Welcome to the world Abraham! Congrats to the Hayden parental units.

Timelies!

I wish I had a fancy and yummy breakfast food right now like pancakes or waffles or bacon or something. But there is just coffee, and if I want anything else, it's cereal.

Also, while she's adorable, Cat is driving me batshit. She won't not be on me, and she won't stop picking me or the couch. I need to find a way to curb the kneading thing.

Lyra, that's just too much. Oh, dear.

Welcome, Abraham! Congrats, haydens!!

Happy birthday, Maria and Kristin!

I have nice homemade biscuits and coffee for breakfast. Yum.

Congratulations to the Haydens! Happy Birthday to Maria and Kristin!

I must do my dishes, clean my apartment, and do all five loads of laundry today, as well as finally get around to installing my new bedroom blinds for which I bought the cordless screwdriver weeks ago, and all while just wanting to curl up with a heating pad on my lower back and stomach. I hate my body every five weeks or so. Well, actually, I hate my body pretty much all the time, but right how it's really achy. Bleargh.

Timelies!

Congratulations to the haydens! Welcome Abraham! As an Illinois resident, I can't help but notice that he was born on the eve of Lincoln's birthday. (Unless he was born after midnight -- in which case - he shares Lincoln's birthday.) An auspicious time for Great Abes.

My cats are very chatty. I believe that not only may one of them have been naturally chatty but people who talk to their cats make them chattier.

Also, I know plenty of sweet and snuggly dogs who also are vocally demanding and opinionated. Sometimes, it's just a matter of time.

But Layla sounds like a sweetie.

Y'know, I love the Goo Goo Dolls, and I love tattoos, and yet I still wouldn't get a lyric line of theirs tattooed on my back. She is so going to regret that one in 15 years.

Timelies. I was woken up by the sound of my husband working out and watching The Simpsons. There are worse ways to wake up, I guess, but it's still too early.