Over the weekend, I had a dream that I got a tattoo, but I couldn't remember how I got it. You can imagine the terror I felt when I realized I had a tattoo on my back. Scratch that. On my entire back. And it was the most ridiculously ugly tattoo there ever was. Even in my dreams, my mind couldn't come up with a better design.
I frantically thought about how I could hide it until I had laser removal which would have taken 50 sessions, I'm sure.
This is what it looked like:
This is why people who are Type A should never design tattoos.
Also, in the words of Emily from The Devil Wears Prada: “I’m just one stomach flu away from my goal weight.” But who needs the stomach flu when you can get food poisoning instead? Oh, joy! If there is anything worse than a person with food poisoning, it’s two people with food poisoning. It's been a less than glamorous Monday in this house.
Hello, goal weight!