My arm is FINALLY healing. Tattoos are LOVELY, but sooooo painful. I have only been able to wear short sleeves once this week. Apparently not all people in the NC mountains are not too excited about tattooed ladies, because I definitely got a look or two.
Harry took a sharpie to one of the shams from my new bedding. I almost died. It is going to take some serious creativity to figure out a way to cover that up without having to replace anything.
We have some friends coming up for the weekend, and my little man turns 3 on Sunday.
(Yes, those are my gnome pants.)
What a way to end a very long week.