Today was a fun day.  I actually got more than 2 hours of sleep, it was around 6.  That really made my day right there.  I ate some nice bagels, they were Tuscan herb.  Then I got cleaned up and headed off to the Dells.  It was a fun drive because it was my first unaccompanied time driving in about a month.  See, I was on an imposed non-driving phase while I was on steroids.  I have two more days but the side-effects are starting to wear off.  I am no longer having the violent mood swings.  The only thing I noticed about driving is that on some of the curvy country roads I took, I started to get dizzy and nauseous.  I made it to the sports bar.  It was hard to sit at the bar and not be able to drink.  I saw one of my favorite summertime beers on tap and I knew I would not be able to have any.  I drank Sprite.  Sprite is not an adequate substitute for a Summer Shandy.  I had the breakfast burger and then splurged and had some fried cheese curds.  Then we went to see the new Indiana Jones movie.  It wasn't great but it wasn't bad.  I could totally understand why they kept the plot top secret and didn't really promote the story.  Anyway I went down by Lake Delton and saw the devestation.  Then the FIBs came in so I hightailed it home.  I get home and think I am going to have gained weight.  I lost.  Something is wrong but oh well.  It does sort of suck having my belt tightened as far as it goes and I still have to hold my pants lest I have a wardrobe malfunction.  I also got sunburned today probably because I used my air conditioning system otherwise known as open windows and sticking my arm out the window.  Air conditioning in the car messes with my asthma.  I haven't done this in a while so here comes a tattoo update.

He isn't straight out of Comptom but his tattoo is.

I seriously have nightmares about the stuff featured in this tattoo.

I know plenty of people that want to take razors and nucks to Jar Jar, in fact I am one of those people.  He ruined Star Wars.

OMG! I see Jesus in that tribal junk tattoo.  I am going to chop that arm off and sell it on eBay.

I have studied theology for quite some time.  I seriously doubt that angels have tattoos.

This tattoo was entitled Pride and Joy.  Pride and Joy?  If that was my tattoo I would demand my money back and that the shop pay for the laser removal.

If I saw this tattoo on a girl, I would run away in fear.  For those of you who don't know, a couple summers ago I was bitten by a spider and I almost lost my leg.  I would see this tattoo and worry about spiders in various caverns.

If Metallica looked this bad in real life do you think they would sell any albums?

If only the Irish girls I knew had nipples larger than their noses....you know Ireland probably would be a whole different place and you would never hear about Irish drunkenness or that Irish temper...sure all you would hear about are those famous Irish nipples but is that really a bad thing.  They would even have to change that song, "When Irish Eyes are Smiling". "When Irish nips are nipping, you know it's loving time.."  Weird Al I ain't.

Here's a tip to all my readers...if someone dares you to get a tattoo, make them pay for it.  This guy didn't.

You know that if you are in a human anatomy class and you are getting ready for a test on the bones, studying from the book may be easier than getting a tattoo.

So is that a fur-de-lay?

Tomorrow...no plans...need to call someone...I can drive, too bad gas is $4 a gallon.