Ink!!

Well, I finally got a tattoo!! My wife & I went to Asheville last week even though I was sick. It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and on the second morning she said she had a surprise in store for me. Of course, being a man, I took this to mean the impending performance of some unspeakable bedroom antic, a request for which would normally be met by El Jeffe's icy stare and a vigorous refusal.

So imagine my genuine surprise when we arrived at the tattoo parlour, Liquid Dragon in Asheville, NC. I'd been wanting a tattoo for years, and had the design already in mind. Better yet, El Jeffe was having one, too!

3 hours later, minus some cash and mighty pleased with our new ink, out we came. El Jeffe had a peacock feather design on her foot, while I was sporting a lizard on my calf. Both were done from designs we gave to the artists, Sean and Mark, and I for one think they did a damned good job.

El Jeffe said it was so painful she'd never have another. I, on the other hand, can't have just one of anything, so I'm planning a tree frog for the other leg. I'll be glad when this one stops itching, though. I'm calling him Eddie L'Izzard.

Thought for the day - trust your wife to know what's good for you. Night, all.

A spoonful of sugar...

Well, we've all got a nasty bug. I've had it for 2 weeks now, but El Jeffe, Poppy & Tater are all spluttering away now. Our neighbours look at us as if we were a colony of lepers - and to be fair, when you see 2 people and 2 dogs, all walking along, coughing & hacking in unison, you'd be wise to steer clear.

So we're all on restricted duty for now, which has irked El Jeffe, who likes to be busy, but suits me just fine. I have pills, EH has pills, even the dogs have a bottle each, yet we're still coughing. I think a couple of pints of prune juice each would cure it all. Then we'd be afraid to cough.

Thought for the day - pucker up!

A kick in the pants

I've just looked on Chesapeake Bay Woman's blog and yet again she's put up a beautiful photo together with some advice on gardening. How in the name of Tony The Tiger does she find the time?

I also inquired about a Blogfest she's organizing (although she would be justified in denying my application on the grounds that this is my first blog post in amost a year.)

So here I go, promising to blog reglarly AND frequently. CBW has shamed me into it.

Here's a picture - Mathews crew regatta, a couple of weeks ago. See, I CAN do it. Now can I come to the Fest?