*Chaos and mahem in a game of Ultimate Spoons.
*A main floor strewn with bottles, and although none were peeled, spilled or broken, all flat surfaces in the home now feel “tacky.” (Ugh. I hate tacky.)
*Icecream-cake platters left unrinsed and unrecycled on the counter.
*Dog jumps left on the lawn. Overnight. (!)
*Tattoos ← my justification for the man-candy inclusion. (So sue me, okay? Any gratuitous thrills I received by making this post were undone by the results of my Google search. Shudder.)
First my daughter’s and her BFF’s:
Then, not content with their own evil self-effacement, mine:
Halp. I’ve fallen into a pile of boy band and can’t seem to get up!
Of course, there were many more things that took place around this seminal event, but some would be far too cutesy and sentimental to share. I do have a rep to maintain.
Speaking of which, I have toyed with the idea of a tattoo at times — an idea which alternately fascinates and repels the ToolMaster. (And one day we’ll discover which way that scale tips, though he doesn’t yet know to be deeply afraid, mwahahaha…)
Anyway, my questions for you: Have you got a tattoo? If so, what did you select and do you regret it? Was it to commemorate a specific event?
And have you gone through the drinking-party-as-rite-of-passage yet? If so, how did you fare?