complete failure

Evidently it was my responsibility to talk Nancy out of getting the tattoo she's been talking about getting for about a decade now. We didn't get out the rules book before our escapade began, so I'm not sure if I can be held responsible, legally.

Plus, and to quote a memorable druid labs phrase, "Alcohol was involved."

We visited several pubs in the area that our parents used to frequent when they were dating - including the place where they met for the first time in 1945.

So anyway, she drove home today, and I do miss her. She's pretty high maintenance, in some ways, mostly her obsessive carping about whatever it is that ails her at the moment. But she's my little sister, and god help me I love her more than just about anything on this planet, excepting hobbitt, of course. But never fear - I did talk with her during her drive - and she was complaining about how the seat belt rubbed the tattoo, and about how much the inflamed area is spreading. So I simply mentioned that she should probably have not touched paper money before putting the ointment on, since in all likelihood she had some sort of necrotizing bacterial infection.

That oughtta keep her occupied for a while.