Anyone?
When signing the papers for my piercing, I forgot my age and they made fun of me.
I use to be the child hiding in the bathroom pretending to take a duece just so I can steal a few minutes of sleep. (this also works for chores sometimes)
Now, I am the mother banging on the door or finding my daughter in the closet under piles of clothes telling them repeatedly, “Get up! Oh my god, will you get up?!” “We’re going to be friggen late. Why are you still in your pajamas? Get up!”
At least this is a boring post about boring things and nothing traumatic has happened yet.
Every meal time, wether it be something I took my time preparing or just threw together and nuked, regardless of where the others are in the house, someone comes in and jacks my food and I’m left grumpy and unsatisfied muttering “Ugh! Fine, just take it!”


Jasmine! That is not your bed. How the hell are you seventy plus pounds trying to fit into a toy poodle’s bed. (Taken with instagram)

My son’s latest obsession happened to be on the strip. When he saw him he ran screaming excitedly, “Spiderman! Spiderman!” He sort of ignored my boy at first for some girls and UGH I felt for my son but it was also sort of funny because he just kept walking like “Fuck you then, Spiderman.” sulking with an angry look and dragging his feet.
Spiderman finally realized what was going on and scooped my boy up being good about it and pointing out that Haiden had one of his Spiderman shirts on. Haiden was happy to just have his attention for a bit. They asked if we wanted a picture and really Haiden was only interested in Spiderman at this point but when they asked for a group shot I didn’t object.
Then Thor sort of became a dickface. He asked for a tip (While I don’t mind, honestly, I kind of felt they should have asked for payment beforehand and that it wasn’t really ‘asking’. They should have a sign up or whatever.) We sent my boy to Spiderman with some cash. Then ‘Thor’ says, “For each character if you don’t mind!” pointing out an ATM to which I replied, ‘Uh, okay.” and walked in the other direction.
In any case, just be sure you’ve stacks of cash if you want to take pics with any impersonators or whatever on the Vegas strip.
It isn’t the fear of pain that has me hesitating, it is the craftsmanship. I’m worried about it being poorly done.
Doctor who tattoo that I’m designing now, red bands with designs in them ala John Carter, floral timeline, are my definite ideas I’m planning on getting.