We did meet up with Brandy for our belated Mother's Day lunch, though. Oh, and did I mention she brought along Chris, Grayson, and my son Tyler? It was all good though . . . good food and good company. The waiter seemed a little strange and I'm pretty sure he touched Melany's ponytail. I don't know if it was because he was diggin' on her or because he was jealous that her ponytail looked way better than his, but nonetheless . . . WEIRD.
After lunch, we went shopping (and a lot of window shopping) at a fairly new shopping center we hadn't entirely checked out before. I ended up buying a few things, which included a really cute pair of black high heels. Now, for anyone who knows me, they know I don't wear high heels. Me and high heels is like oil and water, they just don't mix. I fall down in sneakers, for goodness sake! But, I'm going to get brave and give them a try . . . and if it doesn't work out, they only cost me $12, so no big deal. If I don't end up with a broken bone or two that is.
The last stop of the day was a tattoo shop . . . because for some idiotic reason we decided to get matching tattoos. I was all for it, so we called to see how busy they were. Reality set in when they said they weren't and that we should come on. I couldn't help myself, my hands balled up into fists up by my face and I made some noise that Mel would describe as "eeeeeeeeeeeeeee" in a kind of high pitched voice. Maybe that should have stopped me right there. Unfortunately, it didn't. Now, as much as I wish I could blame it on being drunk, that's just not the case. Three grown women, stone cold sober, deciding to get matching tattoos . . . what in the world were we thinking! You should keep in mind that Mel and Angela have already gotten a few tattoos over the years. And let me just say, I have made it to the age of 37 without marking my body with anything like that and here's what we ended up with:
So, go ahead and say it . . . that is SOME tattoo, right?! Believe me, we know. When it was drawn out on paper, it looked a lot better. And, when the tattoo guy suggested our smoke or dust, whatever he was calling it, match the color for our star (me - pink, mel - blue, and ang - purple), even that seemed like a good idea. If you ask me, the smoke/dust doesn't really look like smoke/dust. I'm not sure what it looks like, I just know it doesn't make me think of smoke or dust. Melany's husband felt it necessary to let us know it looks like we have the Care Bear symbol on our legs; he's such a funny guy, isn't he? In hindsight, this really doesn't seem like such a good idea after all. On a positive note, however, we're all in it together and it's not just my leg that has some gay looking tattoo on it, lol.
Heels and tattoos . . . what is happening to me?