My "I already worked 8 hours today. Why is there still work to do?" face.

BWAAAGAGGAAGGAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWW!

The "official" pictures have been posted, so I can post the new tattoo! Yay for ginkgo leaves!

Mmmm. Fresh sheets and beefy new pillows. Yessss.

Home, Jeeves.

Left forearm is tattooèd, but can't post it until Paul posts the "official" picture. But I am quite happy with it.

Prepping for tattoo time. Weeeee. The water here makes The Floof unruly.

It's tattoo time. Goodbye, blank left forearm!

Off to Palm Springs. Woooo. Tired.

Obligatory post-Eagle lobby mirror picture.

Yep. Happy with these.

Annnnd just for fun.

They have arrived.

The tracking info for the new boots originally said they'd be delivered Monday after I left. They're out for delivery today. Yessssss.

Couch time.

Pre-vacation haircut: done.

My stupid body woke me up an hour before my alarm. Would not turn down cuddlin'.

Heh. I keep getting messages about the tattoo appointment next week. It's still happening, but we're only doing one forearm. Two was a little over-ambitious.

I was looking for something in my photo album, and came across a picture from my first week in Oregon. The Floof has definitely expanded in the last 8 months.

So, it seems I won't be getting both forearms tattooed next week, which is actually good, because I think two 12 hour days of tattooing might kill me. So, on the plus side, no death, and also I can buy myself a l'il birthday present earlier than I'd planned.

Obligatory "returning from the Eagle" lobby mirror picture

It's Eagle time.

Mmm, fresh sheet night.

Bored. Hungry.

Birthday gummies. Yay.

Annnnnnd I'm 54.

It's oddly satisfying when you shake your head at the end of your shower and your beard slaps the back of your neck.

On the hunt for my favorite beard conditioner. Why is everyone out of it, dammit?

Yesterday, returning from giving Powell's Books some money.

Couchy mcCoucherpants

Guess what season it is. And guess how sad I am about it.

I think there was something funny in those gummies.

I could Eagle, but I could also not. But it's cool enough out for a biker jacket, sooooo....

....and the video that came from

Mood.

Off to a harvest festival thing.

Four weeks until my forearms get tattooed. Eep.

A l'il post-work gear time.

The little-known prequel, The Public Transportation of the Sith.

Obligatory post-Eagle lobby picture

Eagle-bound.

And now, reading on the couch.

Had the urge to make the beard white again. It amuses me.

My crotch is a clean, well-lit alley, apparently.

Teevee time.

I maaaaay have picked up some gummies.

Saturday beard spa day is complete.

Occasional random people: How are you single? Me:

Happy 3rd anniversary, left arm!