Saturday, January 16, 2010

Anchors Aweigh

Well, I bit the bullet and decided to get a Navy-themed tattoo. What do you think?





I know it's a bit much considering it's my first tattoo and a little, well, huge, but I wanted to do something special for Mike before he gets back, and this one just had that certain je ne sais quoi.

JUST KIDDING!!!!!! Last weekend, Amy, Erin, Lindsey and I were throwing out all our hypothetical tattoo scenarios, e.g. "Eleanor's Mommy," "Mikey P's Gurrrrl," "Nate'NBen4L," etc. Then I stumbled across this photo online. Um, doesn't the top of your foot have like 70 trillion nerve endings? Ouchsies! I suspect this was sort of painful. Also, I apologize to any relatives/husbands who's heads may have temporarily exploded as a result of this 30-second hoax.

Fake tattoos aside, we did have some nautical (and otherwise) fun in a Beverly Hills dressing room last weekend:









Speaking of nautical things, guess what? I will soon be taking a slightly last-minute trip to a very distant, very non-western destination. If all goes as projected, the mister will magically appear in this same distant, non-western locale and we will have a nice quick mini-vacation. Because of East Coast layovers and the comparatively small size of the Atlantic Ocean, eight hours is the longest consecutive amount of time I've ever spent on one plane. This flight, however, is 15 hours. Would you like a pillow? Some hot towels? A horse tranquilizer?

Just to reiterate: I didn't get a tattoo. Me + tattoos = still strangers.

Bye kids!