Funny how my day old paper cut (right between my index and middle finger on my right hand) has been bothering me more than my new tattoo.
My sister left me a message where she sang a "meow" song she made up (entirely of meowig sounds) that ended with "If you love me, you'll call me back." I love musical voice mails that are totally made up and random.
I did other things besides getting tattooed this weekend (went to see a friend perform in an Opera in Berkeley, baby sat
gucky's daughter, made a lot of progress on my knitting, argued some more with J), but it would take too long to get into and I need to work. Let me just say, I think I could pull off being someone's mom. I might even enjoy it. And, I am pleased the J finally has a more relalistic picture of what having a kid is like, so maybe he won't pressure me about it all the time.