I think I might do this book tattoo thing.

I think I might do this book tattoo thing.

Keen! I was thinking about it again yesterday, and I balk at someone else's narrative on me. Since I am (or have been, and intend to be again some day) a writer, if I were going to put words (or even *a* word) permanently on my body, I would want it to be *my* narrative.

Which is NOT to say that the project isn't cool as hell, because it SO is. It's my own hangup as to why I wouldn't be able to do it.

I can't remember the rules -- you're allowed to tell us your word, right? Just not the whole story?

t edit If I ever got another tat, I swear that it would probably be a semi-colon. Just one semi-colon. I'm that much of a nerd.

I wish she was doing punctuation separately but everybody gets a word and some people get a word plus punctuation.

I've wanted a tattoo for so long but I could never decide what to get. This way someone chooses for me, and I get to be part of a work of art. Plus Courier, my favorite font in the whole world, is allowable. Of course I can tell you guys my word because it'd be tattooed on me.

...but yeah I think only words are allowed to know the whole story.

there's a map where you can see where all the words are so far. Someone in Naperville Il got

name?"

hmm. From the status of the project it looks like she's going to run out of words before she runs out of volunteers.

Take good care of yourself, Fay.

Burrell, they're gorgeous! Go Franny with the big recital - you guys look like you're having a lot of fun.

Fay & Teppy, I hope tomorrow brings happy tummies.

no news on the friend's baby, which I hope is a good thing. Thank you everyone for the good wishes. It means a lot, in the general scheme of things.

I relayed fathers' day wishes to dh, with cards and a NYTimes Sunday edition, then I cut the grass for him (he hates cutting the grass with the push mower. Me? Turns out I love it and can barely contain the wish to shout "off with their heads!" We'll see if it lasts of course.). We went to see the last community theater installment - Plaza Suite - and it was quite good. Small casts are a specialty, anything large (The Visit, for instance) and I think people's spouses get pulled in and spend the entire run doing vodka shooters backstage. Then we had dinner w/DH, Iris, and my parents.

And then Iris and I sang happy birthday to my sister on Skype (thanks again ita) - which brought us this pearl of wisdom (please to keep in mind that she's an engineer, so I guess this makes sense to her), when we were talking about what time it was:

"It's eight hours earlier, one day later."

I just kind of boggled.

dinner-with-parents

happy fathers' day!

"It's eight hours earlier, one day later."

Makes sense to me. Better than trying to calculate "it's sixteen hours later"

But then my mind works like that.