Why plan anything?

One would think that I would learn by now that I really can't plan anything; someone or something always manages to throw a monkey wrench into my plans. I wanted to get inked again over the weekend, but I got caught up in packing for our long journey to Memphis, and then bogged down in homework and other people's laziness. I hope that sometime this week or over the weekend, I can get that new tat and have someone accompany me to take photos of the process so I can put them on my arcade. I'm thinking of interviewing one 0f the tattooists, but I haven't decided yet.

I also wanted to take pics of the Farmer's Market to use as a background for my arcade, but I don't know if that's going to work out. We'll see. I have a hideous purple background right now that I need to change.

So, I didn’t get a new tat, but I did re-dye my hair. I didn’t actually do it, Mary did. My 8-year-old son came into the bathroom, and, seeing her putting “purple goo” in my hair, was convinced momma was going to have purple hair. 10 minutes into the timer, Mary and I heard him announce, “10 more minutes and mommy’s hair will be purple!” After all was said and done, he stopped dead in his tracks, his face melted, and he said, “It’s not purple; it’s red!” Poor little man. He so wanted it to be purple.

Our Turkey Day will not include pizza or two of the kids. One already came and went, and the other doesn't arrive until Saturday, just missing all the good food. After serious contemplation, we’re skipping the pizza and have since decided to go with the traditional meal, though we're foregoing the yams. Michael refused to give up the cranberry sauce (gross). I’m not a pie person, so I’m baking a spice cake with cream cheese frosting; Michael will probably pick up a couple of pies anyway because that’s how he is. Part of me is not looking forward to cooking; part of me sees it as a break from the monotony of other stuff.

Speaking of food…it’s almost my lunch break…