You’ve seen that meme with Boromir.
From now on, this is called a Boromeme.
Also, any time I see Potters Rd, I’ll say it like Draco Malfoy.
I’ve been considering getting a tattoo recently. Nothing big or anything. Just a little something on my back that I won’t have to look at when it stops being pretty. The downside of this plan is that I know how addicting tattoos can be. I have many friends and family members who got one little tat and ended up going back for more repeatedly. I started joking about going so far as to get sleeves and Samoan trousers and all other sorts of nonsense. When you live on a Pacific island like Hawaii for a while, you’ll get introduced to the rich and beautiful Polynesian culture, which includes the intricate tattoos worn by the different tribes. Go to a luau and many of the male dancers will be covered head to foot in traditional tats. I decided to call the leg tats Samoan trousers the other day, because I usually saw them on the Samoans at church and I had just been talking about tattoo “sleeves.”
Important note: If you call them Samoan trousers, you are an ignorant white devil and should not be getting them permanently inked into your pasty, soulless skin.
I think that’s all I have for humor right now. I didn’t do anything today except sleep in, have coffee with a friend, begin another purse, and take a nap. Also, I shared a Chocolate Chocolate Chip mini Bundt cake with Buddy after dinner. Kind of makes me wish I had an excuse for wasting this day, especially after having such a long talk with everyone about healthy eating and exercise yesterday. Starting again tomorrow.