I imagine that some people spend week nights quietly at home, perhaps cooking dinner or watching a bit of television... But thats just not the case for Ginger and I:
Last night began with a delightfully delicious field trip to the tattoo place, where I must say the pretty inking mister was most friendly and intrigued by the banter twixt myself and Gingerkins (gave excellent hugs as well I may add)... had that whole turned on and confused at the same time thing happening; precious. Ginger got a dot (skin test for her ultra senstive white flesh you know), with more to follow this weekend and I am considering doing a celtic band style circle around an already existing tat... decisions, decisions, decisons.
Then it was off to the Grocery Store for Gorrila-style poultry photography, look to the illustrious squirrel_queen for actually visual/viseral? proof sometime in the near future... and then, as though channeling a Mongel Horde, we proceded to loot said Food King and return safly to our onclave with provisions in quantity to perhaps outlast Cher's farewell tour...
Today I am working alone and unsupervised at Ballard... Methinks the day is looking up.
EDIT: my boss is going to be bringing me cake from a b-day celebration they are having at the main office... anyone think it would be bad if I start refering to him as my "Cake Bitch"?