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It's National Tattoo Day. Tattoos often tell a story. When I was grocery shopping yesterday, there was a young man shopping with his wife and absolutely adorable daughter. His right arm from his wrist to his elbow was nearly filled, mostly consisting of a wall of bricks. There was a fist breaking through the top of the wall. I asked him what his story was. He said "have you ever heard of Pink Floyd?" I shot him an "are you kidding?" look, then said yes, but I think there's more of a story there. He then decided to tell me that each of the bricks represented a foster home he had lived in. I looked at him with sympathy and said "and yet you seemed to have come out of it OK". He credited his wife and daughter. A true survivor.
Oh, dinner. It's also National Hot Dog Day, but I already had plans. Dinner tonight will be big salads and tuna melt sandwiches. Besides, it's a bit too rainy to send Himself out to grill, anyway, and lots of lightening is present, too. And we just lost power, too! And we're back! Don't know for how long...
Oh, dinner. It's also National Hot Dog Day, but I already had plans. Dinner tonight will be big salads and tuna melt sandwiches. Besides, it's a bit too rainy to send Himself out to grill, anyway, and lots of lightening is present, too. And we just lost power, too! And we're back! Don't know for how long...