FIRST:
OUCH.
SECOND:
Jack, you really need to answer some mail that isn't of the "please advise, Agony Aunt Harkness" variety. It's starting to stratify in the lower layers and I keep tripping on the pile you stashed by the door. No excuses! Or shoving it behind the coffee machine!
THIRD:
Does this look familiar? Like anyone we know? No?
Wait a few days. FOURTH:
DID I MENTION OUCH. Gwen, poor chick, is at home (hopefully lying on her stomach) but we can't very well both call in mysteriously sick. I'm not so bad as long as I don't bend over or crouch down, but this could pose problems eventually.
I did not consider the ramifications of the unorthodox placement of this tattoo when I selected it.