I had a crappy night last night. Matthew's car Duchess is in heat as she's never been spayed. We haven't gotten Scrappy neutered yet so he is trying to get to her.

It's not fun.

We have been trying to use the low cost option but trying to work it out worth our schedule and only having had 1 car for nearly a month hasn't worked. I am about ready to just take them both some where and put it on my credit cqrd.

Last night Scrappy peed or sprayed on the bed. On my weighted blanket and it went through the sheets and the mattress topper got slightly damp. It was almost 1 am we were both exhausted and when I got up to strip the bed Matthew started to fuss at me as if this was somehow my fault. Which I shut down fast.

So now I have to figure out if I can get the smell out of the memory foam topper and and on my day off take the blanket to the laundry mat.

I really need to go to the grocery store and switch to a low sodium diet. My feet are swelling again and they already hurt from all the steps I'm taking at work. I have to walk further but also the stock room is 2 story and it's like 14 steps and I'm going up and down that I don't know how many times. I lose count but at least 2 dozen times.

Deena, I'm holding a good thought for your dad.

For a while I wanted to get "half doomed and semi sweet" but my therapist at the time said that was self-defeating.

Maybe it's my depression talking, but that seems hopeful to me, Amy.

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Steph, I like the old-world-y script-y or handwriting-y fonts, like Edwardian or Kunstler or Palace Script (going by what's available in Word on my computer), like it's a personal message, written (by you?) to you.

This is why I can't get a tattoo. I can't decide on something that's permanent.

Ditto.

Though for those considering it, may I suggest a henna try-out? I've been considering getting something to memorialize my mom, so I've gone and gotten henna examples. I learned that the bracelet of flowers I'm considering may be do-able, but the single rose on my forearm was an absolute no-go (it just BUGGED, couldn't tell you why).

Still playing catchup after vacation followed by illness, vibes and ~ma to all who are in need.

I can't imagine ever getting a tattoo. Mostly because I am a big chickenshit and don't do needles of any kind unless required. See also zero pain tolerance.

Speaking of pain, poor DH had a tooth pulled today. No fun. I bought him nice strawberry ice cream because I don't like it.

Deena, my thoughts are with your Dad and your family.

Though for those considering it, may I suggest a henna try-out?

There's also temporary tattoo paper you can use in printers!

I can't imagine ever getting a tattoo. Mostly because I am a big chickenshit and don't do needles of any kind unless required. See also zero pain tolerance.

Yes, although I think my pain tolerance is higher than I thought it was, based on how much my husband was complaining when he had to get his blood pressure taken and an IV put in last week. But maybe the difference is sustained pain, on purpose.

Having such a low tolerance is so embarrassing. I was telling the phlebotomist yesterday how embarrassing it was for me to be such a wimp. He was super reassuring telling me how he sees burly men that he fears are going to pass out on him and tiny frail old ladies that don't flinch. It just isn't something you have a lot of control over.

I did talk to myself all morning to psych myself up for it, and he was impressed with the success.

There's also temporary tattoo paper you can use in printers!

Oh, really? That sounds like fun.

Pondering a tattoo memorial of Sammie.

I did one for Taz (just about a year ago, thank you for the reminder Facebook) on my back/shoulder. I love it. The pain of getting the tattoo was actually cathartic to helping my pain of losing Taz. I don't mean it made it go away, it was more that the pain felt right. I loved my tattoo artist - Tom has done all the research for his tattoo, so when we were there for that, I realized how awesome she was so I hired her for my Cat-too.

I've got the big memorial tattoo for Mom on my left upper arm. The matching space on my right arm is "reserved", but I told Dad that I better not have to use that space for a LONG FUCKING TIME.

The list of tattoos I want to get is long. It's not even been a year since the last one, and I want the next one now now now. Mr. Loomy is (someday) going to do his own version of the Ace of Pumpkins for me, and that will go on my inner right forearm.

Eventually I want to get all the "blank" space on my arms filled with twining blackberry vines, but that probably won't happen for a long time.