I told y'all I was going out of town. I was going to go visit with Julia, and go with her to get her new tattoo, but K's plans to take his son for the weekend all but evaporated, so I stayed right here.
On Thursday & Friday I was at a work retreat. I...don't really have the words. My coworker and I just kept looking at each other and whispering fiercely, "What are we doing here??" I slept with a crucifix over my bed, and....I made a cracked tile mosaic picture frame? There was also basket weaving, but that class was full.
Friday I had a lovely playdate with Gwendomama. Gabriel and Ezra are some of the most fabulous playmates. I was glad to see for myself that Gwendo is doing well. Good times were had by all. We shall be doing it again. And soon.
Saturday I hung out with my family. Then I kidnapped my 12-year-old brother for the evening and had him babysit so I could go out with my sister.
One of the top ten greatest pictures I have ever taken:
Laura's standing next to Fritz. We've known Fritz our whole lives. He lives with one of our uncles. He often does not recognize us. This is worth so much more than a paltry thousand words.
And Duncan met up with us! Dunky's my 24-year-old brother, I know it's hard to keep track of all of us.
I'm not sure why it was so important for me to show the camera my armpit, but it obviously was.
We were at Callahan's. While it's always "biker friendly," on Saturday it was extra-much so. There were lots of fancy leather Hell's Angels vests. I like to hang out with a wide variety of sketchy people.