Friday night, Dan and I stayed in and relaxed. Dan switched schedules with someone for the weekend, so he had to work a 24 hour shift Saturday (which frees him up for a wedding we're attending in Oct!). When I found this out, I decided to contact my tattoo shop and see if they had any openings. Both artists happened to have time for me, so I spent most of last week giddy like a child during the week prior to Christmas.
|Me on the left, Chelsea on the right displaying her PERFECT TEETH.|
|Jenny and her green ribbon.|
|Miss Kitty. RIP.|
These tattoos were both family monuments. My entire family loved each of them and got a real kick out of Jenny. Miss Kitty was like a family member to all of us, so we all enjoyed reminiscing after the portrait was done. It was a warm fuzzy night for all of us filled with great memories.
I heard from a good friend over the weekend, also. Just got a nice reminder that there's still people out there who "get it". Who understand what supporting a friend is and how to do it without even being prompted! There are some (few) people who are just going to be there for you your whole life and you never have to second guess it. Even if you go months without speaking, you know, that if you need anything-- they are there. I'm so much more appreciative of this quality than ever before. I don't think I've ever taken that attribute in my friends for granted, but now it is, above all else, more important of a quality in a true friendship, I think. With the distance geographically between me and my friends back home, it's important to know you still have a shoulder to lean on, even if they are 6 hours away. So that definitely sprinkled even more happy onto my weekend.
Finally, Sunday came and I woke up to a very tired Dan getting home from work and a very sore me inching my way out of bed. I took a shower, cleaned up the tattoos, cleaned the house and started cookin'. We had Jordan, Johnny and little baby Eleanore over for steaks. Jordan made the most delicious peach pie w/ pecan crumble on top (holy hell). I informed her that I wanted to marry the pie, as if I needed her permission to have it's hand in marriage. We were married in a quiet ceremony late last night... Nothing has ever been sweeter than the perfect marriage between woman and pie (and vanilla frozen yogurt on top). Mmmmmm...
Aside from the lingering headache I have from the whole 3 beers I consumed yesterday, I'm a happy gal. I always feel like a reinvented person (always for the better) after a new tattoo. The high of two new ones has me on cloud nine... I think I'll stay a while.