friends don’t get their friends’ Care Bears all sweaty
Remember what I said about a health kick? Well, in the new world order of rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock, we’ve a new addition of raspberry-white-chocolate-cupcake that beats everything. It’s a little unfair, but life’s unfair.
That’s it. I’ve spent too much time with a cake in my hand moaning that I’m getting fat[ter]. Time to replace the cake with a ball and the moaning with shortness of breath.
I have this photo minus cat, but I am working on a pseudo-code equation proving that adding a cat to any photograph improves it significantly.
We’ve decided to stop taking her with us when we go back home (providing our lovely friends are willing and able to feed her). She hates the car and she’s always weirded out by new surroundings. If she had her way, I think she’d have us move somewhere else and return at feeding time, but she’s not that lucky. Little diva.
I both love and loathe that everything material that I cherish most can be packed into a bag and taken with me wherever I go. It’s probably quite sad, but my camera and laptop have become like companions to me, I would say they seem to have souls but I have never been poetic enough to say dumb stuff like that!
Finally had some tattoo done. The house has been poking holes in my bank account so every time I go to look for tattoo money, there’s never anything. Had some filling and inner-arm outlining done; the mask scares Charlotte, but my inner-upper-arm is rarely on show, so tough.
One more sitting left and we’ll be done I think [hope].