The Things We Do When We Are Bored

The Wallet Melter

J and I just got home from The Melting Pot, aka The Wallet Melter if you ask him, and it was AMAZING as always. I love that place. But I love it even more now that I know about their happy hour. Any day they are open you can sit on the patio or at the bar and feast on half-priced cheese, chocolate and cocktails. We just had an awesome dinner and plenty of cocktails for under $50 with tip. I think I may become a regular.

Hungry Dog

The things Fletcher has eaten today:

dog food

cat food

a black Old Navy flip flop

a dog bone

Hank Panky underwear

one of Josh's dress socks

a blue plastic water bottle

some plumber's tape

a paper towel

my hand

a dead bird

a dingleberry that Jack dropped 

I've Failed

About a week ago, when I first accepted the 365-day challenge, I didn't take weekends, holidays and other busy days into account. For a brief moment in time, I thought I had more time than I actually do. No, I guess I have the time; I just, at that moment, felt like dedicating more of it to this blog than I actually should. So, I have failed at the challenge this weekend; I didn't post yesterday. 

However, the purpose of the challenge was to be able to look back at the past year and have in writing a snippet of each day of one's life. Now while I didn't write about it yesterday, I will tell you today that the writing is there. It is permanent, and there will always be a picture attached as a reminder. All I have to do if I want to remember yesterday, June 27, 2009, is take a look in the mirror and I am sure that many memories will come flooding back. Just as I can remember everything about my 27th birthday, the day I got my first tattoo, I am sure that I will be able to remember everything about yesterday, the day I got my second tattoo. So, that is the reason I didn't post....I went to OKC to get tatted up! I may post a picture someday, but I feel like this is a private thing. It is in a private area, one that I will show if I want to, but one that most people will never see (it is not gross; I promise). I did it for myself, so I really don't care about anyone's opinions. It is there, and I love it and the memories that I have associated with it!

6ix

Josh scraped his finger the other day, and asked me for a bandaid. All I could offer him was a pink Hello Kitty bandaid, which I love and wear with even the slightest hint of an abrasion, but he refused. I don't know why; they are pink and therefore fabulous. But, I came across these tonight on the net and think they may just be what my big, macho hubs is looking for. They seem to be the manly cousin of Hello Kitty, and I think they just scream to you to venture a guess as to what is underneath. If the sore you are trying to hide is not bad enough, just slap on a giant piece of plastic meat resembling a giant bloody scab. It's attractive. Trust me.