woe is she

I suppose I do have more to say on the subject of the tattoo.

Nancy got it. Our gang-member tattoo artist nephew did it. Free.

She doesn't particularly like it. Then again, I think that's appropriate, since she was half in the bag when she got it. (Shades of a sailor trying to get his money back on his tattoo while shouting "But I don't even know anyone named Ruby!")

She keeps asking "What was I thinking?" and I keep telling her to just drop the first word of that sentence.

It's hard to say when the whining is going to end, but I know for sure she's driving back home to MA tomorrow.