Many good things happened today: the Happy Light Patrick bought for us arrived on the very same morning the SUN FUCKING CAME OUT. My mood lifted like a trouser-tent during Fleet Week. It helped that we brunched with my favorite girl at our favorite restaurant and then jaunted off to get our hair and nails did together. Genoa was in top form - PLENTY of repeating everything I said three times to make sure she understood me - but I felt light enough to be patient with her.
Here I was BEFORE my magical hair appointment:
This tattoo is about how my love is infinite, if complicated, and intricate. It was nice to finally get some art that had no words on it. Patrick and his other girlfriend got similar tattoos the same day and none of us could be happier with the experience. It was beautiful.
After our nails, we picked up Patrick and took our glam-ass selves to Costco. We ate hot dogs. We bought some fantastic wine. I made a lasagna for tomorrow's brunch. Patrick built us a fire. The house smells like my own personal New Season's fresh-ground sausage heaven. When I sat down to start writing, Genoa SOMEHOW found a link to Michael Jackson's Thriller video. WHICH SHE HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE. Now she's watching cat videos and giggling.