I so totally forgot to share what my devotions were about yesterday morning - it was late last night when I blogged and I was a little stoked about my tattoo :) Anyway.......the title for my devotions yesterday was Sorrow Not! I had peeked ahead a couple of days prior just to see what the title would be and about fell off the bed (that's where I do all my reading so Butler can lay next to me). I bought this Kenneth and Gloria Copeland daily devotion book several years ago and never used it until this year - I was amazed (actually I really wasn't) at how this was the title for yesterday. I'm curious to see what the title is for 4/27 which will be one year since Mike passed but I won't look ahead - yet.
I don't remember if I mentioned how much the warm wash hurt last night but I had slightly hoped this morning it wouldn't be so bad - nope. For those first few seconds when the warm water hits my tattoo I just want to scream "Mommy!" at the top of my lungs but I grit my teeth and then it's all better and actually feels good. My leg is a little touchy today and I have no idea how long that will last - live and learn.
Lori took some pictures during the experience last night which I uploaded to Walgreen's photo and made a photo collage so I could pick it up today. I was also going to run by a previous employer to show off my tattoo to the gals there that wanted to see it, so I had a little time to kill this morning before the photo collage would be ready so I sent off more online resume/applications.
I had to get Butler to go downstairs so I could let him out before running my errands and I stopped myself just in time before I did something really bad. Normally when I go downstairs I blade myself so my right side is facing Butler (who is still upstairs) and I slap my upper, right leg several times to get his attention and say, "Come on Butler" or something to that effect to get him moving. Don't want to be slapping my upper, right leg for quite a while...................................
Stopped at an old employer to show off my tat - I was wearing loose shorts so I could roll up the leg - and all the ladies loved it. I asked 3-4 guys if they wanted to see my tattoo and they all said, "NO!". Chickens :) But one guy did come back to see it and about had a cow.
Off I head to Walgreen's to get my photo collage and a couple of other things. I get my other things and head to the Photo Center and get in line. When it's finally my turn the gal behind the counter looks at me and asks if I have a return. I look at her and say no. She looks at me, I look at her. I can't remember if she asks anything else but I finally end up saying I have a photo collage to pick up. All the time I'm thinking, "I'm at the Photo Center what else would I want to get here but photos of some type?" Those experiences just make me want to shake my head.
Read a friend's blog that lives in WY that they received a box of 25 one day old chicks from Iowa today. I had to give her a hard time as to why they had to get chicks from Iowa (both she and her hubby used to live here) and then I mentioned remembering the classic "I Love Lucy" episode with all the baby chicks running loose in the farm house :)
