The occasional Aerosmith concert or engagement party aside, we don't actually go out together in the city a whole lot. We mean to, we plan to...but whenever we hire a babysitter it ends up just sounding so much easier to go out somewhere around here rather than end our evening with a Metronorth ride and a taxi from the train station.
Lazy? Yes. But we're lazy. Ain't no shame.
Like I said, we were in the mood to act out a little. But since bar hopping or clubbing isn't really on the menu at the moment, we headed down to a tattoo parlor on St. Mark's Place that has tattooed my family (my mom, my dad, Kendrick, and me) a total of five times.
Now six.
No tattoos for the pregnant lady - we'll get to that next fall - but Kendrick has a design he's wanted to get for awhile now, so:
My monkey mug and I have rejoined the world, all thanks to a 10AM Skype meeting that allowed me to keep my pajama bottoms on (my goodness, do I ever love that about Skype), but still required me to actually brush my hair and put on for-real makeup for the first time in two weeks. The meeting ended up getting pushed to tomorrow, but that's okay...because it means that I actually brushed my hair and put on for-real makeup for the first time in two weeks.
Small successes.
I even...(sort of)...want to go to the gym*. It's like a post-Christmas miracle.
I spent a few hours this weekend trying to squeeze more potential storage spaces out of our storage-space-free house, which meant a trip to Bed Bath & Beyond for containers.
This excursion led to two discoveries:
1. Elizabeth Arden's Ultra Plush Robe is wonderful. I didn't mean to buy it, but I ran my hand over it while I passed by on my way to the storage container section, and it was so soft that I had to check the price. And once I saw it was $39, I owned it. I think you should own it, too.
