Dear Mr. and Mrs. Small...

She's an adult and makes her own decisions. I had nothing to do with this and was actually telling her not to if she was apprehensive. Personally, I never thought she'd go through with it! But she sucked it up, got over her phobia of needles and did it. For that I am proud. Though the faces and squeaks coming out of her were something to be seen and heard...

And no, it's not a name. Turns out it's Irish speak for "Beautiful". Google it if you must. And why you ask? 'Cause we're conceited that way.

No Tarts, Just Tattoos

You start off thinking "big shin tattoo can't be that bad?" Sweet Mother of Jesus. Wrong. Luckily after the 2nd hour numbness had set in to the lower half. But wait! She's done that- movin' on up to the top of the shin! Woot...Kill me! 3.5 hours later (not including the 2.5 hours of line work we set in a few months back) we stopped, not because we're fully done, done enough I say! But because I was getting uncomfortable and fidgety. I sit like a rock, for about 2- 2.5 hours, then it's ants in my pants. But me being me, I'm willing to go through another 10 hours or so on the back side of the leg, and then of course because I do everything in 2's... the other leg. Oh when will I learn? I suppose when I run out of space.

I'll post the "after" photo once she heals. Right now this bitch is on firrreee!

Going, going, gone...

Who falls asleep after stuffing herself in the logs! Maisie on the beach that's who! (no, she wasn't stuck at all, just apparently really comfy)

Maisie after tonight's bath

Maisie is really fast, like a slippery pig on the day of the big race. I was bathing her, things were going great, I lean over to get her into the drying towel and all of a sudden, she's gone. Gone into my bed to dry herself off! Maisie is nice and clean now, the bed, not so much.

Gnocci at Home