Sure, I sometimes come across as a freaky semi-socialist, but I promise you:
I'll hug your elephant, if you kiss my ass.
Naw, seriously, I'm nonpartisan. But despite my utter disdain for the party system, there is something to be said for men who work themselves ragged on political campaigns. It's sexy. (Like Lewis and Clark exploring the American West, but hopefully with less mental illness.)
Just like being a philanthropic genius Jew. Alright, can you tell somebody's got a crush? lol.
Ok, next topic!
No one could ever say Brian is a bad friend (even if he did make me cry yesterday!). We went to our appointment at Mean Machine and because of MY gaff (and Harry's issue with picking up the kids at the appointed hour), Brian couldn't get tattooed, although Tom Kiernan was adament to still do mine. I felt so guilty and awful. Just AWFUL. The kicker is that in addition to coming out to Oldsmar (might as well be Egypt) and watching, Brian brought me a new BIKE :) New to me, anyways. And he brought tools and his work-stand.
I'm a happy girl, today, but I feel I don't deserve it.
Pictures to come, I promise.